Dh works away at the moment, home at weekends. We had visitors this weekend and it was great, first time things have felt fun and happy in ages. After they were gone dh was packing and discovered his trousers were crumpled in his bag. His response to this was to shout for me, blame me, ignored that I said I hadn't done it, order me to iron them (I refused) ordered me again (I walked away). I then went down stairs to sort out washing. He shouted to know what I was doing and he said good because it was about time I did job and that I need to start ironing his work clothes. I continued to deny crumpling his trousers, he kept saying it was me. I went to bed and he pottered around the room saying I was a flat mate not a wife and that I need to stop doing shitty theatre (my job) and that he should punch me in the face and tell me to do the ironing.
This morning I feel done in. Today is the 2 year anniversary of losing my Dad. Thursday is our ten year wedding anniversary. I hate the way he speaks to me. I also have some doubts, maybe I did put his trousers in the bag, I don't remember doing it though and even if I did I didn't deliberately crumple them.
My own parents didn't get on so no good references for a healthy relationship but I feel that it isn't normal to argue like this. It feels really nasty.