sooo, I have tried to have a talk. It wasn't massively productive but I guess it is good to be talking.
I hope you don't mind if I write it down here, partly in the hope that the act of writing helps me process my thoughts, partly in the hope that I may get more insightful and thought provoking comments.
I started off saying that I was feeling upset about last night, about how I ended up letting him convince me I was being 'selfish' in refusing to stay over on a weeknight, about how I wanted us to explore how it happened. I said I didn't understand how he felt I was being selfish, and asked if it had made him think when we got there and DS clearly wasn't happy (just very shy and tired )and whether it made him think at all this morning when DS was all confused about what was happening. He didn't really say anything other than that I 'didn't have to come'. no, true, but he had made me feel so bloody mean for saying no. I did concede it was partly my fault for not trusting my instincts. I then suggested counselling as I thought it was a recurring problem in our relationship.
He denied this, so I reminded him about the broken leg incident and he didn't say anything. I think he knew that time, afterwards at least, that he had been in the wrong.
he still challenged that this was an ongoing problem in our relationship, and denied that I feel he is overly critical / dictatorial and doesn't really respect what I say.
I gave another example which is that when DS was very ill for a couple of months as a baby (305 months) he was really unsupportive, I literally couldn't put DS down and DS barely slept, day or night (longest stretch during that time was 45 mins one night), and needed a large amount of treatment (maximum I could be out of the house was about half an hour, squeezzed between various medication regimes and breastfeeding) and yet DH would come home and moan about the state of the house at me. DH denied having been like this. I told him that the consultant at the hospital had realised what a bad way I was in from lack of sleep and constant care and had sat with me for ages giving me support and encouragement and kind words which I will always remember. DH just silent.
I also said about the overly critical thing, reminded him how it had led to me stopping cooking. I said how he does the same thing with me in relation to how i am as a mother, but obviously I can't stop that so instead I guess I look to have a break. He slightly conceded he does that, in that he said ' i guess maybe I'm too used to being in 'teacher mode' sometimes'
He hasn't really said anything, hasn't responded to my suggestions of counselling in anyway. He just said maybe we needed some time to think, that we can think about it when we are on holiday (next week) and then discuss when we get back. basically I think he wants us to put our heads in the sand now so he can enjoy the weeks holiday (we are going with other people).
He's gone to bed now. not said much at all although at least there have been a couple of concessions. He nearly stormed out of the house but then I think he remembered about the holiday and decided to keep his head down till after that so he doesn't miss out on it.
one thought that has occurred to me, I don't know if this makes sense, is that maybe his way of being with me is because I am much more (academically) successsful than him (e.g. I have a first class degree, string of post grad qualifications and a professional career; his skills (albeit he's talented at what he does) are solely practical). I wonder whether in some way he treats me like this to (subconsciously) redress the balance almost? and that some of the reason for his violent tempers is because there is a huge gap in how we articulate things? (am grasping for words here, I don't want to come across as big headed either as I am not the kind of person to ever mention my qualifications, but I am wondering if this is relevant)
that said, I do also know he has always been prone to strong tempers, his dad even mentioned it to me at our first meeting. I think I hoped they were referring to his teenage years at the time, but now I wish I had run a mile at those words!