I made the error of coming downstairs whilst DC and DH were wrapping presents and blowing up balloons. It's been a difficult week with DC and other things, I've had no chance to tidy so I wanted to clear up myself as we've family popping over later.
Got told I'm selfish, it's all about me, I could have stayed upstairs like I normally do and I'm being unreasonable. We ended up arguing in front of the DC and although DH was shouting he feels he wasn't. We are having relationship counselling and he's going to twist the advice we get to suit his agenda. Everyone sees this lovely, great fantastic man, it's me that sees the other and I'm getting the moody, silent treatment. There's no reasoning, I just feel so upset. Birthday isn't going well let's just say! He's taking the DC out without me now so I'm on my own.
I'm exhausted at the best of times but today I feel so empty and flat. Well, happy birthday to me, burst balloon!