The "one way street" thing resonates with me a lot. It's not all the time, he can be extremely kind and generous at times, but when it's an episode like this, it's like he can't see past his own overwhelming emotions to imagine what it could feel like to me (for instance, to be woken up at 5:30, or to have someone pissed at you for reasons like wearing the wrong shirt). For him, it's a mounting number of little things I've done where he felt unconsidered, but that there's no way I could have known at the time not to do/to do. And then bam, explosion finally with the straw that broke the camel's back and I'm just left confused as fuck and exhausted. We're both a bit selfish in our own ways, I think.