Patriarchy moment; pity-party

I (47f) audibly laughed when my husband (48m) said he's not bringing the brownies I made for him because he thought it was my way of getting out of going in person to the family gathering (the obligatory party after his nephew's ordination as a priest). I laughed in order to prevent the indignation from showing through; just before throwing the brownie-offering in my face I had said, "I'll go to an ordination & celebration when it was {his niece}'s turn." And I don't think he even heard me because he didn't pause before throwing out the brownie line as if he had a gotcha...instead of giving any thought to the idea I had presented him laced with all the grief I feel about patriarchy hurting everyone.

Y'all, he huffed and puffed through his Sunday morning routine and left without our traditional kiss goodbye. And I'm not mad anymore, I'm just tired and sad. It's icy on the roads and he's got about 2 hours of driving in it before he gets to his sister's ward. I'm now worried about his safety because driving angry on ice is a dangerous combination.

This MFMC tears families apart. ...

UPDATE: I'm so glad he made it home safely. He's been giving me the cold shoulder for the past 4 hours and when I finally asked him he said he was disappointed in me for not wanting to spend time with him. I pressed him, asked if he wasn't sure he was actually mad at my comment about going when his niece gets the priesthood. He responded, "If that's true it just shows how petty you are." I guess my sensitive, kind, honorable, curious, open, tender, loving husband is missing in action and has been replaced by this shitty version of him.