he tells me i don't think, but what he means is that i don't think like him. and i don't, and i never will. i see no justification for keeping garbage always piled up for the sake of recycling and burning. we have no recycling here so it waits until unknown bags pile up under the sink and spilling over into the workroom, which is now just the trash room. it drives me crazy. unlike him, i can find no excusable reason for this. he finds justification and logic in it. i won't ever think like him. he wants me to change into him, i want him to change back to the man i fell in love with. we are just at odds on every front and we don't ever discuss things so it spills over into everything. including the smoke of my cigarette not going up the flue when i take a hit of it that got me yelled at twice last night.
every time i forget something, i am doing it on purpose, to him. every time i don't do something up to his expectations, i'm lazy. so tired of it. can't go on with it anymore.