Now that it is morning and I am more calm:
Last night, I got home from work at 8. H had the day off yesterday, and went to our old condo to clean it up (his parents own the condo and we rented it for a year before buying our house. We moved our stuff, but haven't been back yet- he went and got stuff left over, threw away garbage, swept and vacuumed). He picked up DD, made dinner, and did the dishes because Mondays, I work late and don't get home until DD's bedtime.
We went upstairs to put DD to bed, read her a story, and then H layed on the ground. He was joking around and asked me to drag him from the bedroom. He's not a small guy and I couldn't get him to go anywhere.
He then insisted that I lay down. I refused and told him that I don't want to be dragged. He didn't listen. Again, I said no, and that we should probably leave DD's room so she can go to sleep. Again he told me to lay down. Again, I said no. He told me to lay down again. I said no, I don't want to be dragged. He said, "You just don't want to be dragged because you're afraid that I can't do it." I said, "No, I don't want to be dragged because I don't like having a lack of control over my own body. You know this." (I am a rape victim, I have been in two abusive relationships...I don't like to not have control of my body. I don't like to be carried and H and I have fought about this before. I guess he didn't know that I don't like to be dragged either, but how many times did I say no before giving a reason? Seriously?) With that, he stormed downstairs and yelled out, "I'm done beyondbreaking."
I turned off the light to DD's room and followed him. I asked him what he means when he says he is "done?" He said that I can't take a joke, I don't know how to have fun, and look at all the stuff he did today and all I did was bitch at him when I got home. He was having a perfectly good day until I got home, and now I put him in a bad mood because I think everything is inappropriate and I just like to be angry.
I insisted that wasn't true, but I could barely get a word in edgewise. He told me that none of his friends want to come over anymore because all I do is b*tch at him and they are tired of listening to it.
I got angry and upset, started crying, and went into the kitchen to unload the dishwasher and put away leftover dinner. H followed me, got right in my face (crossed his arms so he clearly wasn't touching me, but put his face an inch away from mine and blocked me everytime I tried to move). He blocked me into a corner, and screamed in my face that I was a little girl, immature, and that I am not allowed to touch his dishes or unload the dishwasher. He slammed the dishwasher shut, called me a bitch, told me to just leave him even though he can't afford the house on his own- I obviously don't care about him or DD, and went to sit on the couch. I walked into the bedroom to get my pajamas on, and told him that I was not going to speak to him while he was drunk anymore, and he yelled at me from the sofa that this was my fault, I would try and twist this but I'm just a manipulative b*tch who is trying to make him look like an asshole and really I am the asshole. Then he told me he was going to live in the bonus room and stormed upstairs. I went to check on him 20 minutes later, thinking he maybe cooled down and we could talk. Nope, he was asleep.
This morning, he got up and came storming into our bedroom, turned the lights on, and asked if he has any clean laundry. I told him where clean pants were folded, and that he should check the dryer for a shirt. There was one in there. He yelled at me for leaving dinner out. He told me to stop being such a bitch and he could forgive me, and left for work. Called me after I dropped off DD, when I was on my way to work and said he was sorry, he loves me, and that he was just mad last night.
All of you are right. This IS abusive. In every single sense of the word. There is no way he should have gone off the deep end because I said no, I don't want to be dragged.
I am going to 180.
I am going to give him an ultimatum: he comes to MC with me and starts working on his drinking problem, or DD and I are moving out.
Lord, give me the strength.