Husband's disposition equal a punch to the face

It's Friday.  Made it through another week.  It's time to celebrate the fact we've not lept off a building as an extreme measure to counter stress from work.  I expect to come home, to relax, to find a safe harbor where I'll find a friendly conversation and can decompress.  Instead my bubble is burst by my husband's disposition.  I started to tell him about my day and I'm told, "I don't want to hear you talk."  So here I blog to the world... not talking... but if you're interested I do have a great rumor I want to share with someone  - anyone...