Hi,
Thanks for everyone's posts. I'm too exhausted right now to respond individually but I promise I have read them. They are helpful. My emotions at the moment are so up and down I just don't know what to do.
Since I told him about the baby (he knew we were TTC by the way and was a willing participant, although neither of us were expecting it to happen so quickly!) he has been wonderful.
Totally loving, insisting on carrying everything, talking about getting through to the scans part and how important that is, asking me all the time how I feel etc, talking about wanting to set up a baby bond for the baby etc, all good stuff! Being excited and helpful and loving, everything you would want. Making me feel all warm and gooey inside.
Things were wonderful for 2 days. Yesterday was our wedding anniversary. We had a lovely day at home and then got dolled up for a night out. Just as we were leaving home I received a work email - a potentially big commission. This is rare stuff these days so, as he was driving to dinner, I went to use my phone to email my contact back a quick one-line response.
I said something like 'let me just shoot this email off quickly' and he said something back to me like 'yeah but it's not like you're going to do the work tonight, is it', but in quite a cutting way. I didn't like his tone, so shot back 'oh god our life revolves around your work emails and I never complain'. Something like that. Just snapped back at him, because I felt (wrongly or rightly) that he'd snapped at me.
It's possible I snapped and shouldn't have. But anyway, his response was to say 'Fuck Off'.
Well at that point a line had been crossed, we were on our way to our anniversary dinner for chrissake and this is no way to talk to your wife on that day or any other. I can't remember what happened but we pulled over and started arguing, me demanding an apology for the 'Fuck Off'. I might have snapped - and perhaps I did jump down his throat a little - but I don't deserve to be told to fuck off.
Well, he refused. I said I wanted an apology and he refused. He just said 'You apologise first for snapping at me, and then I'll apologise for swearing'. Now I know this sounds ridiculous but this is what our arguments are like these days.
We went round and round in circles. I said I felt I should just get an unreserved apology, but he refused to do so unless I apologised first. If I tried to point out that snapping is bad but swearing is another level up, he accused me of making the whole thing into some sort of competition. It was a bit exhausting.
Eventually I sort of said ok well fine sorry for snapping, he said sorry, but while looking away from me out the window. We went on to dinner. He then spent a lot of time trying to make it up to me, being all chatty and friendly etc, but my heart wasn't really in it.
Today. We went for a lovely massage and spa to 'celebrate' our anniversary. And had lunch afterwards. All lovely again.
More baby talk, and he apologised properly this time for swearing last night.
Then we decide to drive to the supermarket to get stuff for dinner. I am driving as he's had a beer, but he spends a lot of the drive being an awful back-seat driver. Telling me to brake, telling me to get closer or further from cars, saying watch out as we approach junctions etc.
This drives me NUTS (we had a huge argument already about this just a few months ago) so I said, in a nice but firm voice, please stop telling me how to drive as I'm perfectly capable and you're driving me nuts. He said 'Don't be so sensitive'. I replied 'Stop telling me how to drive'. He replied 'Don't be so sensitive'. And so on, I think you get the picture.
By the time we pull into the supermarket I'm nearly losing my marbles! The comments continue (but in a kind of 'jokey' way) and I just feel so frustrated. We start to walk to the supermarket and he says to me 'You're VERY highly strung today'. I can see what he's done now, deliberately wind me up, so I say no, I'm not highly strung, but you purposely drove me nuts with your back seat driving and I don't like it.
He kept repeating, sometimes laughing like it was all such a hilarious joke, that I'm soooo highly strung these days etc etc. Eventually I just snapped and walked back to the car.
Now - of course I probably AM highly-strung, I'm pregnant for god's sake! - but WHY wind me up like that? I asked him not to do it but he just continued.
But because he was being reasonable and smiling and laughing, and I got into a strop and walked back to the car, he thinks I am the one being unreasonable.
Is this normal?
About 10 minutes later he got back into the car, and we drove home in silence. When we arrived back he went to the boot to get his swimming bag out of the boot, but left mine in there. I said to him - 'aren't you going to take my bag out of the boot too?' - and he just looked coldly over his shoulder and said to me: "Why would I want to do that?".
This was about 30 minutes ago. He has now, without a word to me, gone upstairs and is lying under the duvet in bed.
He obviously feels he has been wronged because I refused to go into the supermarket and I have totally over-reacted to his 'joking'. That's exactly how he sees it, I know.
I have a horrible feeling this is not really working out, is it?
Did I snap? Am I being unreasonable? Am I being a hormonal drama queen? Am I revelling in the drama of this? I just can't tell anymore
Sorry for the micro details about our argument, but this is how they all are - seemingly over nothing but I end up getting SO upset and frustrated and just struggle to make sense of it all afterwards. I just wanted to get it down while I remembered.
I feel utterly bereft. This should be one of the happiest periods of our lives and I am downstairs in tears wondering whether things are about to fall apart.