My H graduated yesterday as a nurse. You'd think he been given a wheelbarrow full of manure. He did this whilst working in ICU over 4 years which I've supported emotionally and at times academically (English isn't his first language so just spellchecking etc) and of course I did this with love and positivity as it was something he aimed for as a mid 40s student. Sadly I've also had to deal with mood swings, drinking and infidelities which he blamed on the stress. He failed his final dissertation but at the time was on POF and dating two women (I found out later after I supported him through the I've failed I'm going to work in Tesco phase that followed). When he told me he had passed I felt a mixture of happy and surprisingly anger which was confusing. It wasn't helped by his attitude. Im so proud of what you've achieved! It's only a different colour uniform. Do you want to go and have a meal to celebrate? Whatever I'm not really bothered. And whilst it isn't my success I'm left thinking, wow. If I was him, I'd at least thank me for all the support, especially given I was an asshole for the last year. It's really left me feeling used. Am I overreacting here? I know it sounds a bit churlish but i wonder if this is more about the other stuff.