What am I Doing Here?

God are you listening?

My husband is truly a mystery to me.
Yesterday he was charming to my brother and sister-in-law. He took us all to lunch and paid for it. After lunch, we went to his house and chatted until David and Laurel needed to go to a motel so they could visit Audrey, their daughter. They made it safely.
Stan was a little off and tired for a while. But we later had quality time and went to sleep.
Today Stan was back at pulling weeds. He has done this almost daily for at least a month. He also looked for and found sprinkler heads. Next he wanted to find the water meter and turn on-off switch. Success goes to the persistent man. He found it.
We both had a nice nap. But Stan still seemed groggy. Almost Irritable. We had dinner and then Stan went into the room to clean the litter boxes which I took over. Stan began watching TV. Galileo. Balto began acting silly by trying to eat a handkerchief. Stan did want to watch the program but Balto was too silly.
It was almost sunset. I heard some jets fly overhead for the beginning of the Fourth of July fireworks. I ran outside to see the jets but missed them.
I tried to return to the room when I discovered the door to the inside was locked. I had been locked out. I went around to the gate near Janos' room and into an unlocked door. I confronted Stan and he seemed/pretended to not know what happened. I do suspect that he was responsible.
I walked around the block\ and then sat down on one of the benches below our house. No body seemed to care since no one came.
I finally came into Shadow's s room and sat down.
I am very sad that first, someone would lock me out. Second that I did not have my key. Third that no one seems to want to know where I am. Looks like the honeymoon and the marriage is in danger to being lost. Stan says that I am too sensitive while he gets upset and makes me apologize /crawl when something simple happens to him.
I suspect that something inside the mind of Stan is off. He needs to see a doctor. He needs to get a good night sleep. He needs to show me more respect. Should I say "...or...". I did promise for better or for worse. But I do insist on being treated with respect like IL treat him. If this continues, my health will deteriorate to the point that I'll go nuts.
Question: Should I break my promise to God to save my sanity or life? Or should I act like other women I see and pretend I don't care or that I am in the total wrong? In other words: Should I be his slave and let him treat me worse than he treats Balto and Munchie? His mind is not consistent and I would like him to go to a doctor for a complete exam. Our marriage will depend on the outcome.
God, do you have any suggestions\? I need a word or two from above.