Thoughts?

I was horribly wrong when I thought nothing could ruin my wonderful day. I'd gotten my 1 1/2 year old to sleep in her crib for the second night and I was tired and so ready for bed thinking how lucky was I to have such an amazing family. My SO comes to bed finally and asks me to put on a movie. I am exhausted and said if he wants to watch a movie it's fine but he had to turn it on and pick the movie. It was the very first dyfiant thing I've done all day. He decided to just go to bed. So we have some pillow talk just going back and forth and his glow daily thing said he was stressed si I asked him about it. His response was cold and short. He replied with 'Life'. I really don't know how we got to this next point but he decided to take this time to tell me just how fat I've been getting. I am 5ft tall and 150 lbs. I began to cry rather hard but he showed no remorse as he continued to tell me how bad it was and how skinny i was right after our daughter was born. (I never ate while I was pregnant with her because I was constantly throwing up). Recently we have been trying again for a baby, and I stopped working out after my miscarriage and I told him I just needed to get back into the pattern I've just been so depressed sense then and today was the first day I really felt like everything was alright. I feel like the miscarriage is my fault like there was something wrong with my body that the baby didn't want to stay... eventually the argument turned to a memory of him saying maybe it was something to do with my age. My sisters after 22 were unable to concieve it seemed possible. I disagreed then but he said it wasn't him who said it and my memory was all mixed up and said it was him. I was crying and he said do you really think I said that? And I said uhm yeah. So he grabbed his pillows and left the room. We have made up now but I'm so confused