I'm always the one to blame...

I don't even know where to start so i apologize if this post is all over the place.. last night my husband and I came home (we live with one of our friends, as a roommate) I wanted to talk to him about something serious, the night before this he was working until about 2am and I woke up to our roommate banging my door down saying that it was almost 6am and no one has heard from my husband.. when he eventually returned home he had told us that one of his co workers had some marijuana and they were going to smoke a little but when they finished he soon realized it was NOT just marijuana, someone had either laced it or it was synthetic and it made him pass out.. I simply told him it was disrespectful that the first thing on his mind was to get high not to come home to his wife they he had barely gotten to see if 2 days.. that was a argument.

Then I went on to tell him I wanted to close our bank account and open another one because he won't take his mother's name off of our account (my name is not even on it, just his and his moms, but my pay check goes into it every week) .. we switched titles over to his grandparents to switch cars because we couldn't pay for mine anymore so we was going to just trade vehicles well his dad put a 7,000 dollar lean on it so now even if we wanted to sale it we couldn't because technically he has owner ship just as much as we do.. I don't think his parents need to be associated with the things we do in life especially our bank account or our car and he states that they only done it to watch after him.

The argument just kept getting bigger and bigger, voices started to get louder and louder.. he kept putting words into my mouth and taking everything I said and twisted it completely around, instead of sitting down and talking to me he just kept walking out of the room and shewing his breath as if he didn't even want to hear a word I had to say... he then stated how I treat him like shit and I'm pushing him away and he kept bringing up the past and how I've done all these things to him in the past (I might have been a bit mean here and there but never did I treat him any different than how he treated me)

I can never say a word around him without him thinking I'm trying to argue or bitch at him when in reality I'm just trying to tell him how I feel and how things shouldn't be the way they are... I feel as if I'm growing up and he's still acting like a child, he sits in our living room with our roommate until 4 sometimes 5am and that's the time I'm getting up for work so I basically sleep by myself at nights... he never wants to do anything just me and him, we barely have sex anymore! I feel worthless at times and like I'm not even wanted, I don't think he would even care if he never talked to me again.

So when I told him I was going to open my own bank account, I was going to save my money to buy myself a car and he started arguing with me saying it's wrong that he has to hold me up and pay my half of the bills while I'm saving my money! What did I do to this man for him to hate me so much? (He claims to love me) is this my fault ? What should I do? I'm so so lost