This morning he barely said "hello" to me when I got up and came downstairs to greet him. Then as he was leaving, he barely kisses me and barely says goodbye to me. So I ask him "what's wrong"? He grumbles to me that he doesn't feel good, and is about to walk out the door. So I ask, "what do you mean? What's wrong with you?" So he gets mad and barks at me, "Why are you probing me?! Why are you asking me all these questions!?" So I tell him, "WTF! I'm you wife! You told me you don't feel good, you barely kiss me goodbye, so I am asking what's wrong!" He manages to tell me what's wrong, but made it clear he was angry that I would even ask. Then he called me a few minutes later at an attempt talk, and he gets mad all over again and tells me his day is ruined, insinuating it's MY Fault.

What an a-hole. I HATE HIM. I really f-ing HATE him.