I know how stupid this is btw.
My relationship with my DP is on it's last legs.
We live in a medium sized flat and have 2 couches, one of which is knackered.
I don't mean like Mrs.Bucket, oww the lace trim is a bit worn on that. I mean knackered. DP says and always has said himself that it is knackered.
This morning we talked and agreed this couch would go and we were going to do other stuff with the room and the space where it is now.
Just half an hour ago we were going to watch a show on tv and then go to bed. He suddenly kicks off about how I sit on the couch?! Says I ruined it and I will ruin any other couch because of the way I sit.
Because I am just so worn down and tired today I said "ok, I will sit differently then".
Cue him turning the tv off, slamming the remote down and storming off to bed in silence.
I know he no longer loves me. I know ltb. I am making arrangements. But, still. It doesn't feel nice to be so despised.