I remarked that I was fine until I came home.
He responded that he had not been fine anywhere, anytime.
Before I could stop myself, I whirled around on him and all but spat, "I guess not, you've been walking around for seven years not really thinking there was a problem. I'm the one that's been running around for seven years hollering that our marriage was falling apart."
He just stared at me.
I took a breath and said, "I'm sorry, this isn't very helpful," before grabbing my bag and walking out the door. I'm not sure what else he wants me to say.