In Which I Questioned the Innerworkings of Celebrating

What do you call it when you try to show your husband the project that you have been working on this semester (Yeah, I might be proud of it) and instead of admiring it, he doesn't look at it, has no enthusiasm about it and then begins strumming a ukalale (hardest word to spell ever) when you try to talk???
I can tell you that my heart that was excited and happy rippled and a little piece tore off and traveled all the way through my stomach and to the floor. I felt heartbroken and dispassionate and defeated. I'm pretty sure that there is a word for this feeling, I'm just not sure what it is.
Before I lost that piece of my heart, I was so proud of my project! I felt like I was really getting the concepts and expressing them all by myself. Other groups had teams for their projects, but not me. I wasn't able to relinquish enough control for a team to happen.
This project has given me the feeling that I can finish my program and make it rock. The only problem will be if I have to celebrate my accomplishments alone.
I have my husband, I want him to be happy with me, To celebrate with me. I've finished my 1st semester at grad school. I want to celebrate me! How often do I actually say that??

The fact that my husband played his computer games and ignored me all night until he decided to go to bed and pulled me away from my stuff; let me know just how much my hard work didn't matter.

• This makes me mad
• It hurts my feelings
• It makes me feel sick
• It makes me feel less
• It makes me feel judged
• It makes me want to cry and not share my excitement with him.

Me feeling excitement > Me sharing stuff with my DH

Vulnerability = Pain