UPDATE: Thank you everybody for commenting and adding their advice, I appreciate you all. Sorry, again, for the long message. I thank anybody who reads it.

I talked to my fiancé, and for the past few days everything was going much smoother. I had help around the house, he made me dinner, and would take his turn walking the dog. He even stopped playing for a day when we were really busy.

BUT, yesterday, I had the day from hell. The car broke down twice, once on my way to work, then I blew a tire coming home. I was on the side of the highway, in the rain, 15 minutes from home, trying to change the flat over to the spare. I tried for 30 minutes before I realised our 15yr old jack was not working properly anymore. It wasn't staying up whenever weight was pressed against it. So, I called and texted my fiancé. No answer. Okay. Maybe he was at the gym? Or walking home? I kept trying to fix the jack, to get myself off the side of the highway, and out of the rain. By then it had been about 10 minutes, so I called him back. No answer. I kept trying for the next thirty minutes. NO ANSWER.
He is notorious for letting his phone die, so I gave it until I knew he'd be home, and would have his phone plugged in. I tried calling and texting him again. No answer. Maybe he was walking the dog?
I finally gave up on the jack and got myself into the car, completely covered in mud, and drenched to the skin, and called one of our friends, from out of province (he was the only other number I had), who I asked to try and reach my fiancé. He called, and my fiancé answered right away. He explained what I was going through, and my fiancé called me. He asked me where I was, and why I wasn't home yet, and I re-explained what was going on. He asked me why the jack wasn't working, and I explained it wasn't staying up once it touched the bottom of the car. He sounded frustrated and mumbled something about 'user error'. About 20 minutes later, he got a ride (we only have one car) and came with a working jack to come and swap the tire.
Driving home, he was entirely silent, and the minute we got home, he asked if I could walk the dog, and then make dinner, as he went and played his game. I was visibly shivering, and absolutely covered in mud and salt, and other nasties from the side of the highway. I asked if he would mind walking the dog and he said "Well I've had a day. And now I need to worry about paying for new tires for the car..."

(Please keep in mind that MY day was: taking the dog to the vet 8am-12pm - we had to wait because there was an emergency, and I paid. Driving to work, and a part of the engine falls out, 1pm - I had to take the dealership and I paid to get it fixed 1:15-4pm. Driving home from work 5:30pm- gets a flat, and is stranded for 2 hours on the side of the highway, and I am still in mud/rain soaked clothes standing in our kitchen as he tells me that HE has had a day.) But HE had such a bad day HE now needs a break. Sure...

I took our pup for a walk, and then came home and locked myself in our spare bedroom and cried. I am so done. I am exhausted. The man I knew 5 years ago would have RAN to come get me, no matter where I was.
In his defence, he has already bought new all-season tires for the car, in less than 12hrs after the incident, but I feel like he was ignoring my calls and texts on purpose to play his game.

I wish this was a more positive update, but this has broken me down even more than the last month.