Our Hoover broke. Not dead broke but broke enough it couldn't be repaired and wasn't doing a good enough job any more. I wanted to buy a new one husband said not to. I ignored him and bought one anyway because I want a clean house.
He exploded at me saying he's sick of not being listened to how dare I not do as he asked. I never listen to him. I've disrespected him. Blew it right out of proportion and then stomped off to bed saying he's sick of me not doing what I'm told and has gone up without saying "love you". Despite our rows we never go to bed without saying "love you".
I couldn't even muster a reaction other than disgust at him for talking to me like this about a bloody hoover so whilst I'm upset he didn't say "love you" if he had I don't think I could have said it back to him.
Such a petty argument speaks volumes of the state of our marriage to me.