DH and I have been together over 20 years. One DC at uni and one doing A levels.
We argue quite a lot. Mostly about who does what in the house (I feel that he thinks his time and effort are more valuable then mine, although we both have full time jobs). Also about how tightly to control DC screen time and their life choices.
We had a particularly bad patch this time last year, and have been doing couples counselling which ends this week. I really thought we had made progress. In understanding each other a bit better, and in not arguing as heatedly when we did disagree. When we left the session last week we talked about how much better things were.
But I came home last night. It was late, it was pissing it down, and the bins were still out the front. When I got upstairs he asked why I was grumpy and I said it was because I’d just had to do the bins, late, in the rain. It wasn’t a particularly heartfelt complaint, he asked why I was grumpy and I told him. But that then turned into a massive rant from him, and he called me a bitch.
I’m so upset. I’m at work today and I can’t really focus. He wouldn’t say that to anyone else and I feel like he must really despise me to have gone straight to that, over a nothing argument where we hadn’t even raised our voices. I’ve spent basically my entire adult life with him. But I’m not sure I can take 30-40 years with someone who doesn’t respect me.
Just after a hand hold really. Need to go back to the office again now with my game face on and pretend I’m fine and full of energy when I just want to curl up in bed