Everyone's in a good mood this morning despite the snow preventing us from getting to the Christmas parade in town.
He asked me to make coffee. I go to the kitchen to get the bag of beans. I get a cup to measure and he comes into the kitchen and says he doesn't know where the top to the grinder is. I say I don't know where it is either. He says there's a can of ground coffee in the van, I say I'll get it, he says something about putting Miracle on 34th Street on Netflix. So I start looking for it, not there but I find another Christmas movie to watch.
He starts getting dressed to go outside and grumbles about having to get the can of coffee himself. I laughingly tell him I'm sorry, I forgot, which I did. I haven't had coffee yet and I'm trying to figure out if Lampoon's Christmas movie would be appropriate for kiddos.
He goes outside and comes back with the live Christmas trees from the van and tells me to bring them in. I, in a joking tone, say "I thought you were going to get the coffee so we can deal with all this shit with coffee." I start bringing the trees inside. He says "YOU were supposed to get the fucking coffee." So I say "So you're bringing the trees inside bc you were pissed off that you have to get the coffee?" He says, "No, I'm bringing the trees in bc they're $140 and they've been sitting in the van all night." At this point I'm still in a good mood with joking tone and I'm like "Oh, they'll be fiiiiine." He says, dead serious and gruff tone and half-yelling, loud enough for the kids, his mom, and any neighbors outside to hear, "Stop being a whiny little bitch!"
So I told him to deal with everything himself and went to the back porch. He followed me and tried to make me feel like I was overreacting (I said NOTHING except there is no excuse to speak to me that way and then rebuffed every excuse he came up with, and I was calm tone the whole time, I kept asking him to leave me alone) so I told him I was going into the van to be by myself. The kids are watching a movie and as soon as MIL heard what he said she came out of the bedroom and is humming around the kitchen and I'm embarrassed, so I brought my phone and a book to the van to have some alone time.
Anyway. How would you feel? What would you do? Am I overreacting?