He told me he's not my therapist when I tried to talk about my bad day

I seriously can't believe how cold some people can be. I had a shit day. Literally everything went wrong -- work, family, everything. So I texted my boyfriend saying I just needed to talk for a bit, maybe a hug or something. And he hits me with: "I'm not your therapist. I don't owe you emotional support".

Like... excuse me? What the actual fuck do people think a relationship is? I don't need a therapist, I need a boyfriend. Someone who gives a damn when I'm upset. Someone who doesn't treat listening for five minutes like I'm asking for a kidney.

And of course, now I feel like I'm the crazy one for even expecting basic empathy. Maybe I am. Maybe I should just shut up next time and let him play his stupid games in peace. But honestly, if that's what love is now, I want no part of it.