How to end a fight

I try really hard to let things roll off my back. Most of the time I am successful. Sometimes I'm not.
The other day all was well, but then Cullen couldn't find his truck keys and he needed to go to work 5 minutes ago. He was stomping around the house, angry, cursing (irritates me because the kids are around)...he was being unbearable. I just wanted him to get out of the stinking house, so I told him to take the van, and I wouldn't go anywhere.
Which he did.
He called 15 minutes later, having found his truck keys were WITH HIM. He was sorry for being so growly.
The day carried on and was just fine, thank you very much.
A fw minutes before he got home, I thought to myself that I'd make a plate of chips and cheese with jalepenos for us to share before bed. I should also mention that I was feeling needy. Emotionally needy. Not in any outward way, but on the inside. I don't know if anyone else ever feels that way, but I needed to feel loved, and cared about, and like I actually matter in this house.
I made the chips and cheese and sat on the couch and a couple of minutes later, he came home. I opened the door for him, hugged him and invited him in to have a snack. He bawked at it because he's eating "healthy" during the week. My highly hidden and terribly momentarily sensitive feelings were very hurt. I even got tears. I sat on the couch and had a couple of chips and cheese. Then he wanted to know where the remote was, and I had no idea. He gor frustrated and got up and started searching for it. It's 12am. I wanted to be more important than the remote. We weren't staying up, anyways. But he wouldn't stop, and he was getting frustrated, going on about the kids losing it, me not looking for it, blah blah blah.
I had tears. Finally, I flipped.
I told him why I was so mad. I stomped off to get ready for bed, by myself. It sucked because I was still feeling needy but now I felt irritation on top of it. The irritation was first and foremost. Who the hell comes home from work blows off a snack, then his wife, when he could have had a snack AND his wife? Why couldn't I have mattered a little more instead of the remote?
I made a couple more attempts at fixing it before bed, but he was shut down, closed off. I told him I was sorry that *I* spazzed and that he was now shut down, I didn't know what else to do, and goodnight.
He did come to bed a few minutes later. I was halfway asleep, but he wasn't. Normally he falls asleep super fast, due to his jacked work schedule and broken sleep pattern. 15 minutes later, he was facing away from me, and I could feel his awakeness.
I didn't know what to do. WHY, why couldn't he remember how he felt a million years ago, why couldn't he whisper something nice to me like "Please don't be sad." That's all I needed. Sometimes I get tired of feeling like I'm always the one to leap over the mad hurdles in my head, to get over my irritations and find out how to let them go. Sometimes I get tired of holding out the olive branch. Sometimes I would love for him to do it. I don't hold grudges. Especially when my insides were still feeling so needy. I know it's hard. When you hold out the olive branch, the other person has power. They can reject your attempt. I'd already been rejected tonight. Why should *I* keep trying? In my head I was on the floor, at his feet, crying, asking him if he couldn't just Stop being a poop butt, say thank you for what I tried to do for him, tell me that I am better than television and LOVE ME. It made my insides hurt something fierce. Sometimes, a girl just needs to be loved.
So I did something.
I rolled over, and I snuggled right up to his back, the needing love part of me being bigger than you're a jackhole husband part of me.
And my efforts were rewarded. :)He rolled over, and just stayed there. Playing with my hair. His olive branch! Here was his olive branch! I scooted just a little bit closer, smiling. I let him keep playing with my hair until our noses were touching, and he kissed me.....
I didn't care that it was 12:20am and that morning comes too soon and I had to go into the office and that I'd be tired.
*That* is how to end a fight.