Bf (M/35) talks me (F/33) into taking our daughter to Circus Circus in Vegas for 2 nights. He tells me we’ll be fine money wise.

On the way, we park in the free parking(Further walking) and walk along the Hoover Dam.

We get to Vegas, of course there is a lot of walking. Surprisingly, my feet don't hurt, only my calves. Tylenol only if necessary because I have high liver enzymes.

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We take our daughter to the Midway for 2 days, but those two days are spent with my bf telling me we're running low on money and will not be able to go to the places we want until Friday, payday. I suspect it's because he's been playing the slots and smoking every chance he gets, which is while we're getting ready in the morning or after dinner.

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Friday morning comes and he comes out of the bathroom, tells me he got a room at Excalibur.

No complaints about my feet. But on the 3rd day as we're checking in, I just want to get in the room and relax.

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As we're standing in line, he tells me to go sit down while he waits to check us in. I tell him I'm fine and can wait with him. We go through the same conversation a 2nd time and he tells me "I can tell you're annoyed, just go sit down." I tell him I can be annoyed if I want to. Then he starts speaking louder about how I'm always this way and how I'm going to ruin his night. So I walk away. He calls and tells me to come and get the luggage. "No, I'm sitting down." He then says, "I should've left you the first time, you will never change." We had reconciled a month earlier and everything was good and in his words, could tell I was really trying to make it work. I started seeing a therapist and learning new ways to cope and communicate.

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So after this, we argue and he keeps mentioning he regrets staying. So I tell him, I'm going home then. I want my car keys and debit card, which he kept. At this point he starts apologizing and telling me he didn't mean any of it. That he doesn't want me to be annoyed because I'm depressed and drag him down with me. Let's not forget Vegas was his idea. He's a heavy gambler and smoker. I've been trying to make it work between us, keeping him happy at home and doing all I can to keep us together as a family. I work 60 hours a week too.

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But am I the asshole for being worried about money while in Vegas and the one time my feet hurt while standing, I told him I can deal with it?

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TL;DR In Vegas for a couple nights at Circus Circus, bf ends up reserving a room at Excalibur for the 3rd night without telling me. I have Plantar Fasciitis. Walked a lot for 3 days. Didn't complain until 3rd day and was about my calves being sore. Because I didn't want to sit down, I'm ruining his night and he should've left me. The one argument we've had since reconciling a month ago and he's talking to me this way. Couldn't get it out of my head the next day and told him how I felt after breakfast. He in turn put all the blame on me -----