Chester's Hot Fries sent me over the edge.

Y'all will probably think I'm overreacting just like my mom does, but my fiancé ate my hot fries and I lost my entire shit. I was screaming at him through my bedroom door, then when he left I locked the screen door so even though he had a key to the door I have to let him in. Although, in my defense, there's some shit that led up to this. For WEEKS now he only wants to be around me if he's complaining about work. He TEXTS me from the other room asking for sex. I try to get him to sit down and have a chat, he starts up his xbox and starts playing Titanfall 2 loud as hell knowing I A) won't try to have a conversation while something is going on because I have concentration issues and B) often get stressed out by the gunfire. He was out with my mom so I texted her to ask him why he ate my hot fries and she said he'd gotten mad at me and ate them. Then when he got home he said "I thought you got both of them for me". I want to know which one is the fucking lie! I want to know why he thought eating my food when I have a limited grocery budget ($15-$20 on a good week) because he was mad was okay? I want to know what is so wrong with me that he can't have a goddamn conversation with me! He might as well replace me with a therapist and a prostitute cause that seems to be all he wants out of me. I'm at my wits end with this shit and my mom is on his side. I guess she thinks it's totally cool for him to only want me for sex even though she hated being in those types of relationships. Nice.