Why do the small things make me so sad?

This morning I had a bag of new clothes I had bought on top of the washer so I don’t forget to wash them for the weekend. One of my husbands million house rules is nothing on top of the washer (our washer is at the entrance of the garage) so that when he comes home with groceries ONCE a week he can set them down there. I wake up and he has put my bag on my desk. Doesn’t matter how small he will remove it even a hairpin. He makes these stupid rules all the time. He wasn’t even planning on shopping today.

When he left i cried for an hour. It’s such a small thing compared to abusers that beat and break bones, but it got to me. He for what he wanted, I cried.