Monday, February 3, 2025

He ruins each and every thing and activity when I am with him except intimacy only during the act

 then when done performing completely ignores me

cleans up fast, wants to be sure there is no mess or evidence of me or my things anywhere around

every meal when i eat together or alone at the kitchen table, taking walk anywhere in the neighborhood or at cave springs park his favorite place or any park i like which he hates any park with paved areas, going to the zoo, visiting anyone like friends family relatives, shopping anywhere at stores like walmart menards samsclub dollar tree aldis ollies, restaurants eating food

he finds something to complain about the food when i cook or prepare anything

bitches about me doing dishes often saying they arent clean. that i am splashing water all over the place

disrupts each activity criticizing me for the way i walk (too slow he says) , how i am dressed, if i move in a store like squat down to look at something, open my purse he says the people will think i am stealing something when i never even think of doing that, gets pissed when i talk to anyone at a store anywhere yet he will note anyone he knows run up to them and talk then bash them to me behind their back calling them fat cows or stupid or some other derogatory name, 

house cleaning, sweeping the floor, vacuuming, mopping cannot use a mop must get down on hands and knees with a paper towel napkin or damp cloth only, 

laundry complains says i ruin his underwear and themals long johns that i dont know how to use gentle cycle for his stuff

nitpicks nags criticizes me to fkkkng death over how i look, walk, talk, think, drive, my preferences in music, movies, food, books, hobbies, philosophy, methods, how i dress tells me i dont need a coat or hat or sweater, how i drive he will make me stop the van and have him drive, 

HE THINKS the world should conform to him. everyone everything every animal plant all of it




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