Watch me spew poison...Hell knows no fury

I finally managed to get through to him on his cellphone. He answered it on the second ring, perhaps instinctively and realised too late it was me. I said ' are you still working?' in my sweetest and most solicitous voice and all I got was a curt 'I can't talk now. I will be back in a few.' And he hung up.

Perhaps he meant he can't bring himself to talk to me, maybe not ever again. He has always been sweet and patient to me. I think he's really mad this time.

He just got home an hour ago. Cleaned up and went straight to bed, all curled up and unresponsive. When he was doing some light reading on the bed, I tried to sit close to him, hoping to slip some conversation in, he remained unfazed. I locked my arms into his, trying again to be closer to him. He looked at me, then away, continued reading for a while or rather pretended to, and pushed me away gently before he curled up on one side of the bed and tried to sleep. I hugged him from behind and reached one arm across his chest. He stirred alittle but still did not move or say anything.

He's never been like this before. So I don't know how to react to this. For how long is he going to keep this up? Please don't ignore me, Nic.