DH never listens. He's holding £5 out to me. "I found £5 on the floor in their room."
"Yes, it's DD's."
"It was on the floor."
"Yes, it's DD's, don't bring it in here, put it in their room."
"It was on the floor."
"Yes, it's DD's. Put it in their room."
"Oh FFS." He then puts it on our chest of drawers and storms out the house, so I have to get up and put it in their room, also, he's been shouting, with both doors open, not caring if he wakes DD up, and not even a goodbye. Every time I said anything, he just talked over me. 😠😠😠😠😠