I've been having a tough couple of weeks and I can't seem to get a break. I won't list all the things that have happened, but here are some of the highlights: someone hacked into one of our accounts and took enough money to make us have to cancel our family trip. My horse went lame and at the same time I found a pretty scary tumour growing near his jugular vein. My truck got a cracked windshield, the AC crapped out and I've been sick, most likely due to all the stress. Normally, stress makes me horny, but this time it's sapped my libido down to withered iota of what it usually is. I haven't felt like doing anything or dealing with anyone. I just want to crawl into a ball and suck my thumb. OK, enough whining, now onto the meat of my thread...The other night, my husband was in the mood for some sex and asked me if I wanted to. Seeing a comet and having my husband initiate sex happen at about the same frequency, so I gave him the go ahead. I took a quick shower and when I went into the bedroom he'd dimmed the lights and layed out some toys, lubes and towels. I lay down on the bed and closed my eyes and let out an audible sigh. Looking back, I should not have allowed myself to take such a deep breath and exhale so loudly because that small mistake lead to disaster. My husband, having heard the sigh said, "What's wrong?" I made the mistake of telling him how upset I was by all the things going on, and told him how worried I was about my horse. (He is having surgery today to remove the tumour IF the vets can get at it easily.) He listened to me go through the list of woes and rolled over away from me and pulled the sheet up around his chin, giving me the cold shoulder. I lay there for a few minutes, letting it sink in that he was actually angry with me and I started a slow burn. I gave it a couple more minutes, expecting him to say something or roll over but he didn't. Finally I said, "If you didn't care about what was bothering me, then why did you ask?" I added, "You know, it would be nice if you tried to comfort me instead of turning your back to me and pouting because you thought you weren't going to get any sex." He offered some words, but it was too late and we ended up arguing. I got up and left the room to watch TV. I heard him throwing things around for a while, then silence. When I came back to bed he'd put the toys away and turned off the lights. Now, I know I made some mistakes that night but I still feel if he didn't want to know what was on my mind he shouldn't have asked. I dunno, if the shoe was on the other foot, I would have tried to comfort him in any way I could. Isn't that was a loving spouse is supposed to do?