I've been in agony for the past 3 days with a bad back, hardly able to walk and have finally given in and spent the day in bed, which I hate. I hobbled downstairs about midday for water as I'd had nothing all morning. DH sent me back upstairs because I started crying and said he'd bring me what I need. I joined my family for lunch at 2 and DH was cross that it took me so long to get down. I told him that sitting on the loo is the most painful position so I have to go very slow. I returned to bed afterwards and he then brought me up some pudding at 5:30. Both at lunchtime and when he brought pudding up, he told me 'now I know how it feels' in reference to a few occasions in the past when he's had a bad back. This has upset me because it feels like he's glad I'm suffering. Am I overreacting?