He's sat down, told me off for being grumpy (I'm tired and unwell) and how I'm always grumpy and never pay him any attention. Then went on about me never seeing his family (they are here every week if anything he never sees mine, he last saw them way before Christmas) before stopping off up to bed. I tried to ask what brought it on and was shot down and told to listen.
I felt like I was a small child again and am totally bewildered by it all. I'm flipping between "how the fuck dare he talk to me like that" and "wtaf did that just happen?"
Fwiw he's had a few drinks tonight and clearly been stewing on something but what, I have no idea