For god’s sake, stop acting like children, the pair of you. Stop. Breath. Talk to each other. What do you want, stop accusing each other of mortal sins, what will you compromise, what plans can you make from there?
Most of all, stop throwing you demons and fears at me and making me fight your battles. I am your child, not your marriage counsellor.
If I am going to be your marriage counsellor, then you have to follow my rules. play the game my way.