My First Tower Moment

The next couple of years after my dad passed I lived my life as always. I am very good at picking myself up, continuing with life. I had worked 9 months as interim supervisor at my job only to not get the job. I was told that it was because I did not have a bachelors degree, although others in the department in higher positions did not. I was frustrated, but decided to go back to school and get my bachelors. I worked full time and went to school evenings at the the local university. Keeping myself busy was always a way to to avoid the issues at home I did not want to face. my home life was depressing for me. I loved my family very much and everyday I told myself I choose to love my husband and would do anything possible to make the relationship work. I dreaded going home everyday. Afraid of what I was going to step into. Was it going to be a good night or was it going to be a bad night. I was tired. Tired of feeling like I had to ease all the tensions, the arguments, protect everyone. Tired of feeling like I was walking on eggshells. At school and work I was appreciated and valued.
My husband was gone hunting with his dad for 3 weeks. During this time I decided to give it my all to make things better. I cleaned the house really well so that when he got back he would be happy. When I picked him up at the airport, I was very happy and loving to him. We had a great night. The next 3 days, he did nothing but play video games. He didn't help out around the house, left his stuff everywhere, all the work I had done was quickly in vain. I became frustrated. Everything finally blew up one evening while I was doing dishes. My daughter needed to wash bedding, but my husband said he needed to wash clothes. So I asked her to wait. I told him that the washer was empty and to go ahead, but that it was needed, so please get it going soon. He said he would do it. Almost an hour later he was still playing video games and still hadn't started his laundry, so I asked him, he said he was going to start it soon. So I told my daughter to start hers. About 15 minutes later he came out yelling about the washer being full. My daughter grabbed her wet bedding and put it on the back porch. I was so angry at his attacking her, I lost it. I started yelling and crying and then for the first time ever, I left. I went to my mom's.
I did go back home that night. I felt lost. I didn't know what to do. I just knew I wasn't happy and something needed to change.