It's late and I appreciate not many of you are up but I won't be able to sleep until I write this down.
This eve when I got home, I discovered that someone had stolen our rubbish and recycling containers - it gets collected Thurs mornings but normally after DH and I leave (independently) for work. I called DH to let him know (he was out at a work event), we were both cross and irritated and, tbh, it's one of those minor things that feels a lot bigger because it has come at the end of a month pretty filled with crap.
DH arrived home about 11.30pm, drunk, carrying a a recycling container and a rubbish container - I thought he'd found ours but it turns out he's just stolen someone else's because "that's clearly how it works round here" and he's "tired of being the bloody victim".
I told him this was a pretty dumb thing to do, didn't make any logical sense, and all he's done it put someone else in the exact same position as us. Apparently, me giving him "grief since I walked through the door" was enough to justify him calling me a fucking idiot and a sanctimonious witch.
He has since come up to tell me that he stands by his decision to steal, but has very magnanimously (he thinks) apologised for his drunken behaviour. At that point I told him that sorry really wasn't good enough and that if he spoke to me again like that then I would be taking myself and DS off until he decided what was more important to him - drinking or his relationship with us.
As backstory, I have frequently raised my concerns about how much he drinks, and DH has admitted on more than one occasion that he has an unhealthy relationship with alcohol. However, he's generally a silly happy drunk so my concerns until now have been surrounding his health rather than how he treats us when he's had a few.
Before going to sleep downstairs, he told me that he was logging and noting what I'd said about name calling so he could use that back at me if I call him names in the future (?), and that he'd like to see me try take DS away.
The look on his face was almost pure hatred 
So now I'm lying in bed while he sleeps downstairs wondering how the hell I got in this position and what on earth I'm supposed to do now?