My OH gets aggressive whenever I do any house repairs or improvements.
We had a leak under the bath & the old bath panel needed to come off, so I got a new one. I went in the front garden to measure it with the old one as some needed cutting off. Thought I'd be safe. He was watching me from kitchen window. Came out and said what do you think you're doing. I said I was waiting for you to say that, explained I needed to cut it down. Then he raised his voice, you come in here, go through my stuff, I don't want it, it's my house, you bring boys in, other people in here, you're a t**t.
So I went back inside to get my phone, put it on record and placed it on the wall, he swiped it off the wall, and when I went outside to pick it up, he hurled the old panel at me, so I grappled with him to stop him throwing the new one, he pushed me down the steps and hurled that at me too. So I hid the new one behind the bins.
I was shaking, and a man came to our wall to ask if I was okay, I was thankful. He was walking passed. My OH shouted from the kitchen window, go on, F off. When it happened, this was about 1pm, so I went to mams and didnt return until 5.30. He was fine when I got back but I didn't speak to him, I went to my bed.
Sunday morning I locked my bedroom door and cut the panel to size in my bedroom.
We have got a telephone review I'm the morning so I'm hoping they will change his medication. Not sure how long I can put up with is. Has anyone else had something similar?
We had a leak under the bath & the old bath panel needed to come off, so I got a new one. I went in the front garden to measure it with the old one as some needed cutting off. Thought I'd be safe. He was watching me from kitchen window. Came out and said what do you think you're doing. I said I was waiting for you to say that, explained I needed to cut it down. Then he raised his voice, you come in here, go through my stuff, I don't want it, it's my house, you bring boys in, other people in here, you're a t**t.
So I went back inside to get my phone, put it on record and placed it on the wall, he swiped it off the wall, and when I went outside to pick it up, he hurled the old panel at me, so I grappled with him to stop him throwing the new one, he pushed me down the steps and hurled that at me too. So I hid the new one behind the bins.
I was shaking, and a man came to our wall to ask if I was okay, I was thankful. He was walking passed. My OH shouted from the kitchen window, go on, F off. When it happened, this was about 1pm, so I went to mams and didnt return until 5.30. He was fine when I got back but I didn't speak to him, I went to my bed.
Sunday morning I locked my bedroom door and cut the panel to size in my bedroom.
We have got a telephone review I'm the morning so I'm hoping they will change his medication. Not sure how long I can put up with is. Has anyone else had something similar?