Is this the start of something bad

To say that thing have been rocky lately might be a start. I write this as my husband stands outside our front door in the dark. It sounds like he's one the phone with someone. I wonder if he's chatting with some friend at work. Part of me wonders if this is the start of him having an affair (emotional or physical) with someone else. Yes, it feels that bad right now.

I've been unhappy and I let it show. Neither of us are perfect. I know I nag a lot, but I'm not sure he realizes how darn lazy and selfish he acts sometimes. Tonight was a perfect example. I pick up kiddo and arrive home just after 6pm. I set the stew to cook while we play a little in the yard.

Hubby comes home just after 6:30pm. Everyone greets each other and I continue to tend to dinner. While the stew is stewing and the rice is steaming, I'm pulling food from the refrigerator to make kiddo's dinner. Dad and baby are on the floor playing with a bowl of grains. It's all a picture perfect family.

Then, the grains spill everywhere. We put kiddo in his highchair and Dad sets the tray of food in front of him. Kiddo refuse to eat it. He points at the fruit I left in view. Dad gives up and walks off (to use the bathroom and check his work e-mail as he does many evenings). That leaves me watching kiddo eat fruit and keep an eye on the stove.

I go to the stove to skim some fat off the stew. There's no way to know how much time went by. But when I turn to kiddo to see if he's started on his main course, I see him shaking the tray and no food anywhere. That's right, it's all on the floor. He refuses to eat any of it no matter what I try.

Dad comes back from his office and stands at the bar watching us. I get fed up, take away the tray, and get ready to take kiddo out of the high chair. We go over to the sink and get his hands washed up. It's time to tend the stove so I let kiddo walk around but he asks for foods I won't let him eat. So I decide to put him behind the child gate at the doorway of the kitchen. Kiddo screams and cries while I clean the floor and Dad stands there.

As Dad lounged on the couch, I finally complained that Dad wasn't being helpful, and he said he was waiting for me to take kiddo upstairs so that he could start cleaning up the kitchen. Why can't he work on part of the kitchen now?

Well this ended up being longer than I expected. I'm just trying to understand why we have so many breakdowns in communication and why I'm so unhappy these days.