John and I just had another conversation about something we’ve had that conversation over before. Each time we have it, I get more and more angry with him. I get mad mostly because I know it hurts him. I hate hate talking to him about stuff I’m angry with him about, because he takes things so seriously. I say “You’ve done _______ again, and I hate to bring it up again, but it’s making me mad.” ::sigh:: He hears “You’re a fucking failure and I think I should go find myself someone who isn’t a sorry excuse for a human.” Each time we have this same discussion, I feel like I’m just giving him more reasons to hate me. Each time, it’s like hammering a wedge between us. Like in a few years, he’ll decide that I’m an abusive bitch and he needs to go find himself a woman who will be just fine with him the way he is and never ask anything of him ever again. But I know if I don’t say anything, it will never change.
Note: this is a rant. I don’t want advice or people trying to ‘fix’ my problems. I’m just whining.
