DH and I had a major argument this morning. I am not really sure over what. It all started when he got up and made my bios breakfast. They wake up at a decent hour and were hungry. I work nights and was still on the clock. I took a break and came downstairs to help him. My kids wanted chocolate milk so I got it for them. His daughters weren't even awake yet! So I go upstairs and finally get off work. I put my BD2 in bed with me and am laying down when he comes in the room. All of a sudden we hear SD8 screaming. So I get up and run downstairs. She threw up all over the kitchen floor. I really don't do puke, even with my own kids. I can handle snot, blood, etc. But I can't do puke. I stopped in the doorway trying to get my stomach under control. SD8 looks up at me and says I want daddy. So I tell her to hold on and I will run upstairs and get him. He goes downstairs and cleans her up. He comes stomping in our room about 10 mins later, ranting about how I am a bad person because I came up and got him. I told him that SD8 didn't want me. She asked for you. She was sobbing and she was upset. So he decides the best thing to say is, "Its just bullshit. First you don't make my kids chocolate milk. Then you just leave her there. Its obvious you don't even like my kids. Could your favortism be any more obvious. I thought you'd at least have some pity for the kids, but you could care less if they are in pain." I put my BD2 in her room and I shut our bedroom door. I lost it. I told him that I am not going to wait on the SDs when they won't even get out of bed. I don't wait on my own kid either. Also, I let him have it. I told himi he was ungrateful. That I had just forked out a ton of money in out of pocket dental costs so his daughter wouldn't be in pain anymore. Well he tried apologizing, saying he was tired. But I am just so sick of his crap. I don't even want to look at him right now.