Am i (23 F) the problem for refusing to break the silence after the way my husband (23 M) treated me?

My husband came home from work one day exhausted. I know that when he’s tired after work he usually wants some space, so I kissed him when he got home and left him alone. He ate, then sat in the living room watching a football match while talking and laughing with his friends on the phone.
Later that night I got dressed up because I wanted to be intimate with him. I went to him, but he basically told me he was watching the match. I got embarrassed and hurt, so I walked away without saying anything. What made it hurt even more was hearing him laughing and having a great time with his friends right after rejecting me.
When we went to bed, I tried to cuddle with him like we normally do before sleeping. I was still upset because I had been rejected and was sexually frustrated, but I didn’t start an argument.
After he fell asleep, I couldn’t sleep because I got hungry. I quietly got out of bed and went to the kitchen to find something to eat without making too much noise. Unfortunately, I accidentally woke him up.
While I was standing in the kitchen trying to decide what to eat, he texted me:
“If you can sleep on the couch, do that. I can’t deal with you waking me up every time you go in and out of the bedroom for no reason. I’ve worked all day and once I’m awake I can’t go back to sleep.”
I replied:
“I got hungry and wanted to eat. I understand you’re tired, I’m sorry, but what have I done to you? You don’t have to talk to me like that.”
He replied:
“You had the whole day to eat. Stop pretending to be upset. Eat earlier so I can sleep.”
After that, I didn’t answer. I went back to bed.
Since then, we stopped talking completely.
For about 6-7 days we lived in the same apartment without speaking. He went to work, came home, talked to his friends, and we barely acknowledged each other.
During those days I still washed his work shirt, made meal prep for him, and tried to do things for him even though we weren’t talking.
At one point my mom needed help booking flight tickets because he’s usually the one who’s good at it. I didn’t want to talk to him because of the situation, so she called him instead. When I got home, he just told me to book them myself.
The silence continued.
I later went to stay one night with my family because I couldn’t take the atmosphere anymore. Before going, I asked him if it was okay, and he said yes.
That night he texted me:
“When are you coming home?”
“Are you coming home?”
At first I thought maybe he missed me, but I later found out he was only asking because he wanted to know how long his friends could stay at our apartment.
I came back home, but nothing changed.
A few days later I badly sprained my foot and couldn’t stand for long. I texted him saying I couldn’t cook that day and that he should buy food for himself.
He later texted me:
“You could at least wash the dishes so I don’t have to work, shop, wash dishes, cook and wash your underwear.”
I replied:
“I wish I could, but unfortunately I can’t stand for long.”
He answered:
“Yeah, poor you. You’re always the biggest victim.”
The next morning I woke up to an enormous pile of dirty dishes. Almost all of them were his. Plates, pots, pans, cutlery… everything. The dishes he had complained about before were mainly his own meal prep containers that I had made food in for him.
Even though my foot was still injured, I washed all the dishes, vacuumed the apartment, carried two huge IKEA bags of laundry downstairs, washed everything and hung it up.
What hurts me the most isn’t even the chores.
It’s that I constantly thank him for everything he does, but I never feel appreciated for what I do. I cook, clean, do laundry, and I feel like I’m also the one carrying the emotional side of our relationship. Even our sex life is usually something I have to initiate.
During this entire week he never once asked how my foot was, even though he saw the bandage. He never asked how I was doing. He can spend hours talking to his friends but hasn’t spent one minute trying to talk to me.
I understand that he was exhausted after work that first night, and I even apologized for waking him up. But I don’t think that justified speaking to me the way he did or giving me the silent treatment for almost a week.

How can i make him break the silence, i just can’t do ut every time i do it it’s always me who is the problem and i am wrong he never sees what i do for him never. When we are in a good mood he is loving and sweet but the moment something small happens he turns to a completely different person and is so mean he even told me one time when he had given me the silent treatment that he does not think of me or have any sympathy for me when i get sick or hurt while he is mad.