Morning all. Apologies for length.
DP likes arguing, traditionally I don't (previous abusive relationships, long-term neurological issues). More than happy to have discussions, but once voices get raised, I tend to disengage until there's calm and we can talk it out without DP getting riled up. This is apparently "me getting my way" and I'm made to feel guilty about it.
In recent times, I've been really trying to control this response so DP couldn't make me feel guilty - if I was able to de-escalate the situation or at least try to reason, I figure I can't be seen as "getting my own way".
All this changed the other week when DP had an accident at the gym, and ended up with a broken foot. Cue me making trips to A&E, taking the next day off work to go to the fracture clinic, running round making food, filling the dishwasher, cleaning up after DP's dog, coming home for lunch when I could - anything that DP couldn't easily do that I was asked, I did.
After DP got a bit more mobile, I was able to relax a little. I gladly filled the kettle in the morning and made DP a coffee, but told DP I resented being asked/told to make proper coffee half a dozen times a day when DP was perfectly capable of going 5 metres to the kitchen with the travel mug that fit perfectly on the bar of the crutches, and perfectly happy with the instant. This was not an isolated incident, and just one example.
Cut to yesterday - got home from a hectic day at work and still had work to do later that evening. DP had done some washing, but the dishwasher had been filled poorly, so most of the stuff was still dirty. Asked what DP wanted for dinner, and got a series of noncommittal replies culminating in "OK, I'm going to play this game and take a look", but what I heard was "Are we going to play this game where you make me look?".
Rather than face down an argument, I went in to the kitchen and just found something in the fridge to make. As I'm looking through, I get DP at the door asking why I'm upset. I start trying to say something, at which point DP lets loose with the raised voice. For some reason, I go louder on the raised voice. DP looks shocked, tells me I misheard, then storms off shouting about how dare I speak like that, then comes back less than 5 minutes later to shout at me about shouting. The irony was lost on DP.
It kept up, and I tried standing my ground, but I couldn't. I asked DP to leave me alone. DP kept telling me I'd been the one to raise my voice, I'd misheard, I'd not done XYZ that had never been asked of me, I should be doing more than I am and instinctively know what DP wants.
The time rolls around for me to pop out for work stuff, and I do, leading to a curt phone call from DP about where I've gone to. I get back to more shouting for "leaving DP", and it keeps going. In a desperate bid for something to distract me, I grab a black bag and start filling it. No good. I close the kitchen door over to catch a second's break. No good. I broke, and old habits kicked in - I headed out the back to my car and closed the door. DP followed, tapping crutches on the car window, grabbing the handle, etc.
This morning, I'm really looking forward to work, but not to coming home. I'm trying to find somewhere to go for the afternoon/evening. In the meantime, I need to figure out how to tell DP that what happened was wrong - I'm being gaslighted about the argument and shouted at until I can't fight back, and I have no idea if DP even realises it.
Thanks in advance for any help.