Hello guys, long time fan of the sun, first time poster... sorry if this runs a little long...

A little bit of background for you all. I (43F) am a disabled veteran (100%) and it is hard for me to get out. My husband (45M) is also disabled. We have no kids, no close friendships, and his mother and stepdad live with us. Most of the day to day still falls onto me despite my physical health. I am working on this and my husband, let's call him Bill, has been stepping up to help me. He is still very out of touch with the economic climate of the times. I only add this because money really stresses him out. He acts as if we are desatute and we are far from it. We are not middle class at all, but our bills are paid and our dogs are cared for. So onto today.

Sherri (fake name for mil) doesn't get to go out much due to health reason but this afternoon she was feeling well enough to want to go out with me for dinner and a little shopping. You know, get away from the men. This was around 4ish today. As she was getting ready I finished checking / changing my aquarium's water and was about to get dressed when Bill came out of the bedroom having had another drop in his blood sugar today (The second one). So I jump into action to get the right combo of food into him. At the same time my half husky pup and her pit mix mom needs my attention as well. So I let Sherri know that we will need to delay. After getting Bill good I take pup to the park for an hour and let her play.

Once home I take care of the other girl's walk (my pound puppy can't do the park). I've been sick myself over the past few days with really bad acid reflux and IBS symptoms and when I get home I'm just don't have the steam to go shopping. I ask mil if we can just go get a light bite to eat because of how I feel. She wants to know if fil can come and I say, sure.

I go to check on Bill, who is still in bed. I ask if he wants to go or if he needs me to stay. I'm clear to go and ask if I should bring him back something. We leave. Mil and I usually go out for Mexican food but today I can't handle it. She wants to go to her favorite restaurant, Dockside, and since they are paying I'm good with it.

On the way home we stop at the store and I get some of the hamburger patties that Bill likes to make him a fresh hot burger when I get home. To me that seems a lot better than fastfood or cold leftovers.

When we get home Bill is up watching TV. He asked where we ate at. Once I told him he acted as if I kicked his puppy and called him ugly. My guts are still acting up and I have to spend some time in the bathroom. After I am done, I find him in the den to see what I can do to help him and if he wants me to cook his food now. He blows up at me. Telling me to leave him the fuck alone and just being very angry. I'm confused, hurt, and still feeling sick, but I give him space.

So after a bit of time he cooks his own burger. I go to check on him and see if his mood is any better. It's not. This time I tell him outright that I haven't done anything to deserve this kind of behavior. Well, apparently I have. I went to that restaurant without him and he got left out again and he didn't even know that I had gone out (no, he knew). I'm tired of trying to soothe this man. I know that he has physical and mental disabilities, but damn it, so do I and I'm expected to just read his mind. He claims not to remember things that I tell him, that I hide things from him. I'm the one with actual memory issue. It's something that I own and scares the shit out of me and the reason that I have to work extra hard to make sure that I keep in communication with him.

I love this asshole, but I am also getting tired of him acting like this. Idk if it's mental or emotional abuse (his anger at me really plays on my PTSD....hell a loud noise can freak me out. It sucks and I don't like it but, again, I have to deal) but I'm just so tired of it.

So, AITAH?