Past couple of days I've had ALOT on my mind. My 9 year old ran away, almost had to get the police involved (he's back now), I'm suffering from horrible stomach pains after eating, I'm trying to find voluntary work before I have to apply to uni (or it's pretty much guaranteed I won't get in) and my DS1 leaves primary school today, the one he's been at since he was 3
So I've maybe been a little distant. For the past week or so, DH has refused to hug me in bed (he used to every night) as he's "too hot" or "too tired". He's barely come anywhere near me. Didn't even ask yesterday how an interview had gone.
Last night I took DS1 to his leavers dinner at school (after DH whinged on and on about me going saying I'd hate it and shouldnt bother). We had a nice time. He and DS2 then went on to the disco so I came home. Sat in the living room for a bit and got completely ignored by DH who was pratting around on the laptop blanking me. So rather than make a fuss I went upstairs to play around on the PC in the bedroom. 5 minutes later he comes upstairs and says "what you doing? you abandoned me". I said "no, I'm bored". So he sat on the bed and I knew he'd stay there until I turned off the PC so I did. I then stood up to go back downstairs and he said "come for a cuddle" seriously not in the mood for hot/cold mind games so I said "I'm going downstairs, I'm waiting for a text message anyway and my phone is downstairs".
So I come downstairs, put telly on. 5 minutes later DH comes bursting into the living room saying "what the fuck is wrong with you? you're avoiding me, you left me upstairs on my own" to cut a long story short he had a right go at me about leaving the room. He then stomped around the house for 30 minutes until I went to pick the kids up from school. When I got back, he was sat playing on the laptop which he proceeded to do for the rest of the night.
This morning he had the cheek to tell me
I'M controlling and I have treat him like shit for the past few days.
WTF? I'm not going crazy am I? this is twattish behaviour, isn't it?