My (30F) bf (49M) was displeased because I went out after work and didn’t text back for about three hours.

I recognize that I play a substantial part in this milieu. I also have so many grievances that I don’t acknowledge, and that’s only a fault of mine. He is so analytical (and often logically correct) that I find it hard, on occasion, to elucidate my issues—which are often not unfounded (in my view as an overanalyst).

But I went out tonight and stayed at one pub, so I didn’t think to mention that I was doing this-that-or-the-other, especially in a mundane sense. Turns out I was not considering his feelings and that upset him.

I feel guilty that he is mad at me for my lack of communication. It was about three hours from me getting off work and saying “I might not come home right away” (At which point he agreed) to the reality of me coming home—indeed, about two-to-three hours after work— of which that caused a big kerfuffle and he said something about me not comingj home AT ALL tonight. I am aware that i should have given him a timeframe in which he could plan dinner and me coming home, especially since his kid was around.

Yet still, I’m not sure if I’m the proper asshole if I expect so much more from him than he expects from me.

BUT,

Every week we have a late Sunday dinner because of the child handover (I’m talking 9-11pm on dinner). And he works for a big corporation, so I don’t get to have opinions on the timing of dinner, because his shit puts food on the table.

ALL that being said, he can spend HOURS talking to his ex (who gave him a child, and I am so desperate for one) and it is part of the communication you have as a person sharing experiences through the human endeavour, especially with a child.
Fine.

But why am I I trouble for a lack of perfect communication? I’m 19 years younger, so I’d appreciate a bit of grace. He has also been so open to me experiencing other sexual encounters, so long as I keep him informed. That being said, I came home feeling remarkably close to him, given my fawning over our relationship and how remarkably our connection was. Instead, we just had a big fat argument and kept pulling the “I can’t keep this up” trope.

Is this AGR or us being silly?