It's long so I can give full context, if you stay until the end then thank you.
I'm a mum of multiple small children, I'm a carer for one of them who is disabled and my youngest still doesn't sleep through the night so I'm permanently knackered. I have CPTSD, ADHD and a chronic health condition. I've also just been through a cancer scare, 2 week wait referral, biopsies etc. No cancer thankfully but it has been hell and my mental health has completely collapsed. So that's the background.
Over the past week I've turned to alcohol on two occasions because my head is all over and Ive had suicidal tendencies which DP knows about. I haven't drank properly in years as I have an alcoholic parent and that put me off completely. I recognised the red flag and decided I'm not drinking again. Back to being T total. I signed up to the gym for a healthier outlet.
Today is DP's birthday. I got him some nice presents which he said he liked. He was due to work tonight.
Some time ago he pre booked the weekend off work and said he wanted to go for a meal together on friday/saturday and then out for a few drinks. I agreed that sounded nice. This was weeks ago.
Fast forward to today we were talking about the meal we're going out for, he mentioned booze and I said I don't want to have a drink after the past few weeks it's not a good idea for me.
He was disappointed but the conversation ended there.
20 minutes later he raised it again and this time announces that he'd already invited out a mutual friend for drinks therefore would have to let him down. Guilt tripping me.
I relented and said ok I will have a couple of drinks but no more than that as I do not want to get drunk.
Conversation ended again.
Only that wasn't good enough as 10 minutes later when I'm getting ready for bed he was huffing and puffing about how "this is why I never plan anything for my birthdays because it always goes tits up" and how shit it is.
I asked what he was talking about, I said he knew he was working tonight. He said he wasn't talking about tonight he was talking about tomorrow and how I don't want to have a drink.
I reiterated that I would have a couple of drinks but no more and asked why that wasn't good enough for him - did he want me to get paralytic? If so why?
He says no then goes on about how it feels like he's forcing me to drink and therefore I won't enjoy myself. I explained why I didn't want to drink and said I would if it made him happy but no, I don't particularly want to - but will for him.
He then references the 2 occasions I have drank recently. I said yes that's exactly why I don't want to drink.
Moan moan moan.
We ended up having a blazing row which resulted in me in tears and him claiming he doesn't know where this has come from. He doesn't know anything about my mental health problems and has never bothered his arse to read up on either of them since I was diagnosed. This is a complete contrast to the years I've spent trying to understand him and how his mind works.
He completely gaslit me and says he wasn't moaning about me not wanting to drink. He said drinking orange or coke was an option - why the hell cajole me into agreeing to drink alcohol then and then cause an argument because I don't come across 'excited' enough about it.
He went on and on and on then when I got so stressed out I exploded he made out it had come out of nowhere and he didn't understand what my problem was or why I was getting stressed.
He's now gone to work and I'm here on my own with the kids in a right old state.
I did really well today. Its the first day in many that I haven't cried, until now. I spent some time in the gym. Felt a bit more positive.
Now this.
Am I being unreasonable here? Am I a party pooper or is he being a dick?
I've NC.