DH tells me to leave the kitchen, he needs help in the garden. Ok, I take out the washing. It’s spitting but will clear up. I don’t want the dryer on.
he tells me to take it down, it’s raining.
esrlier we’d resolved the discussion where I put too much ketchup on y plate, while he finally acknowledged he threw away too many oven chips.
i said, I don’t want to start the argument again, it’s silly and we’ve resolved it.
i hang out washing, he tells me to take it down, I say stop telling me what to do ( recurring theme)
he told me to fuck off and under his breath, ‘miserable bitch’
im furious, and hurt and so confused. What would you do?