Okay, spent ages typing my relationship history and deleted it twice, too much baggage there and really I know the limitations of my choices but for the last few years my H has been moody with a capital M. He says he's happy enough but I can't see how he can be and I'm definitely not, but circumstances are such that it would be difficult to split up, we are elderly.
I don't like him very much that's the truth. I don't want to go anywhere or spend any time with him. We attend family functions and that's fine. All I ask and have told him this, is that we treat each other with respect. I avoid anything that may trigger a violent abusive outburst from him but I'm not going to be a doormat. He is an arrogant bully, opinionated, rude and knows it all. No one else's opinion is valid, mine never has been. I am more prone now though to stand my ground with him, hence all the arguments. I realised a long time ago that I had married my father and I just can't figure out how I allowed that to happen.
Today, I told him the Postie had brought him a small parcel. He came in to collect it. I handed him another item which had arrived and he said 'oh! has that been delivered ?' I said jokingly 'No, XXXX it's still in the post' and laughed. A silly comment I suppose but like Basil Fawlty says, he's always asking the bleedin' obvious. He absolutely went ape shit, I thought he was going to thump me, he screamed at me saying I was always back answering him as usual .... I was honestly taken aback, I said it was just a joke...he wouldn't have it..he went on and on and on. He threw the parcel across the room and told me to put it in the fucking drawer.
Half an hour later he's asking me if I'm okay and do I want a cuppa?
Did I deserve all that? is it me winding him up? I'm beginning to doubt my own sanity to be honest.