I feel I should also add a little back detail to how this played out.
He came home abruptly Tuesday evening, already seemed extremely pissed off. He passive aggressively sat down on the sofa and said ' I think we need a chat don't we' I replied, what about? To which he said, 'us, because I'm fucking done' my initial reaction was one of anger, completely blindsided, I think I screamed for about 10 minutes. Then he instantly started demanding from me what would be happening with the house, complaining that he's stuck and this house is a noose around his neck. He then persisted to keep on at me about what I'd be doing. Then I left and went to my mums.
When I came back, I told him I don't want this. And he basically said nothing and took himself downstairs to sleep on the sofa.
Wednesday, he came home from work and started telling me all about his day?? The car troubles he'd had that day... and was acting some what normal.. well, considering the night before it seemed like a 360. I left him to eat his dinner and went upstairs. I came down later on and asked if he'd like to stay upstairs tonight, to which he scoffed at me and said 'why would I' I said well, I thought you might want to and I'd like you too.
He then persisted to tell me I am deluded, that he is done. I said... of course I'm not going to instantly accept that, I don't want this, and I know things have been tough recently but it's nothing we can't resolve easily, surly is better than throwing away everything we have' to which he said, he doesn't give a fuck about any of it, he's fucking miserable and wants to be alone.
I said again... I can't just accept that? I have to try. To which he laughed at me.
I asked him, do you not love me anymore?
To which he responded he did, and cares about me but doesn't care anymore. He doesn't want to try to make it better, he can't be bothered.
I said but we've been making plans to start a family next year?? You just paid for a new engagement ring for me (two weekends ago) because it broken??
He said he'd been staying through pitty.
I knew I'd heard enough, I can't stand there any longer and listen to the rejection.
I took myself upstairs and have pretty much stayed their since except for going to my mums last night. He's carried on as normal, been going to work, coming home, buying himself a microwave meal on the way home, making it, sat and scoffed it, humming around the house, up and out on the weekend, fixing his car all day both days, sleeping fine, hasn't said a word to me since Wednesday evening. We're barely even looking at one another. He has since said nothing more about it. I don't know who he's told.. nothing. He just seems completely un phased whilst I'm falling apart. I'm an absolute mess. I feel like I've sat through the last 5 days in a fog. I'm returning to work tomorrow but I'm terrified, I feel sick and in a state on panic all the time.
I'm humiliated and feel like I've been taken for an absolute mug.