plus add chicken

My husband and I started slow and careful, basically amicable first-stages divorce discussions in February. I'd read books, I'd thought about how to approach him, how to manage it all, how to make it best for the kids. It was going well. And then we had to go into isolation, and then I got the coronavirus, and then he had to do all the things I usually do while he does nothing. I'm isolated in home-quarantine from him and the kids. It's NOT going well. Right now, he's calling a restaurant to order our dinner. Because he resents this (why? who is *like* this?), he's treating the person on the other end of the line like a faulty automaton, and is bellowing our order at her in a robot voice. I wrote for my salad "+ add chicken". He's bellowing "Plus add chicken" at her, and she doesn't understand, and he just keeps repeating it. A human being might rephrase it, might ask, "Can we add chicken to the salad?" Finally on the fourth try she gets it. PLUS ADD CHICKEN. He does this for my food and for the childrens' like the list is in a language he can't understand and is reading phonetically. Then when it's time to order his own food, he changes into a normal conversational voice. I've been secretly crying myself to sleep every night, alone and sick, and I can't even hug my kids.