When I told him to his face exactly how high maintenance he was and he didn't even acknowledge it because he was so strung up over being called out as being 'sensitive.' Touchy subjects.
It was near the end of year four. I took a good hard look and realized I was becoming a piece of crap expecting her to cook and clean. I was becoming Mr 1940s in a world that was moving on. I needed her to get rid of me. I wasn't going to grow and she would have tolerated it. Sorry for the crap I gave you. I did grow.
She was a people pleaser, I probably would have manipulated or pouted my way into laziness. In my defense I was a young 20 something. I might have out grew it but I doubt it. I'm certainly no clean freak now.
I have a point where I should have thought that: when she was committed to a mental hospital.