Last Night

Ended up not being so bad. I drank my bottle of wine, got a little drunk, and had fun outside. Rob did get drunk, but he turned into a nice guy once he had some alcohol. He usually does. I’m lucky he’s not an angry drunk. He’s just an angry person when he can’t drink. I guess… that’s my theory for today anyway.

This is how irrational he was yesterday:
I woke up at 4:30am to go to work for 6, worked until 2, ran some errands, came home, realized there was no dog food, went out with the dog, got food, came home, and laid in bed to wind down and possibly take a nap before my landlords big party. Rob woke up probably around 7 or 8, and scrubbed and tidied the house top to bottom while I was working. By the time I was at the last part of the forementioned, he was very angry. He came into the bedroom and started explaining to me why he felt so angry. He told me I was lazy, and had done nothing all day, and for the last month. When I tried to explain to him I’d been working all day he told me that he expected me to accomplish just one task today. I asked him if it was possible for me to maybe make a list or something while I was at work… I tried to be rational and not sarcastic at all. He got even more angry. I tried to reiterate his point of view like my relationship book had advised. There was no understanding or compassion. It took me about ten minutes of hysterical bawling before I realized it was because he was going to drink.
I’m currently laying in bed with him beside me, hoping he’ll talk to me about it.

EDIT:
So I did get him to talk. No progress. I tried to ask him if he meant everything he said. He said “well I don’t know. If I said everything I was thinking, I’d be snapping all the time.” He explained that he just wanted some help around the house lately because I don’t do much. I said “well you’ve been unemployed for the last little while and-”
“Shut you fucking mouth!”
“I’m just saying, you’ve had time to do these things and I’ve been working so its fair!”
“Just shut your fucking mouth! I don’t need to be put down by you” he grabbed his pillow, and went to sleep on the couch downstairs. Now I’m going to bed and I feel terrible :'(