I will keep it short and simple.
DH had a very shit childhood, alcoholic parents, utter neglect.
Met at 18, I have been a good wife and mother, him a very good father and a good DH. He is NC with parents.
We have an objectively good life. Dh in an ok job, me own business, 6 figure salary. DH has 2 lovely holidays booked in the next 6 months and works 36 hours a week in a boring job - DC grown up, at good unis - thriving.
Next week we have our first ever holiday without DC - to a dream location (for him). DD is taking care of everything at home. We are soooo fucking lucky. So so lucky.
Tomorrow DD is taking DH for his Xmas gift - an experience he has talked for years about wanting to do. She saved for months - I mean grafted full time and saved and spent it all on her dad.
So he has been an utter twat all day. Woe is me. Poor him. Poor poor man. He HAS to get up 'early' on a sunday. He HAS TO HAVE A LOG HAUL FLIGHT next week to enjoy a holiday with his wife! (he is fine with flying and has done many many long haul flights)
He has been tantrumming and martyring all day.
We are mystified - any explanations? DD is heartbroken and I am ready to strange the knob head.