We went to dinner, then I went to bed….

Not a very long one but I gotta just vent it out so I don’t yell at him. We went out to dinner and drinks tonight and the whole time he’s rubbing my leg and even running in fingers up my dress a little under the table. He’s twllling me we’re gonna have fun at home and I’m so fucking excited. We get home, walk-in, he sits in the couch, turns in the game and forgets I’m home. I just looked on in disbelief as he played. I walked away and slammed the door.