My parents were ok in that sense, but my Dad is pretty toxic for me in general, so I'd never be able to go back there. Actually, when I was in, what I believed to be my "hypomanic episode", I actually admitted this to him, that I'd never want to live with him ever again. Hubby was the one who made me realize how mean/wrong that was for me to say, and I agree...still, it was the truth!

Yeah, I mean I got depressed because knitting was causing me stress and pain even and baking was depressing me because I had to go gluten free and it's too difficult to bake that way, plus it doesn't taste very good either, and hubby certainly doesn't like it. He just doesn't understand depression at all, or why I wouldn't want to just cook Only for him or cook TWO separate meals or desserts.

I wonder if hubby has those traits you mention, but he claims that he doesn't "expect me to be perfect". I just need to do everything "this way" and "at this time" and whatever else he thinks is "the right way". *rolls eyes


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Know what he said to me today folks? I was telling him how happy and excited I was that I accomplished my writing/editing goal today. He told me he didn't care. I was like "why don't you care? I listen to you go on about your accomplishments and how you get praised at work and by folks and such!" His response "well, my stuff is important. You should care!" He kinda smiled so he realized I was getting him. I said "my stuff is important too. You should care!" "I don't care about your internet stuff." "But it's not internet stuff. Only reason I'm online for it, is to save it!" Then he was quiet (If I remember correctly) Somewhere along the line I also told him I was working hard on this today, so I could focus on him over the weekend while he's free/off work.

So annoying!

But the worse part was in the evening when he got upset because I was doing the dishes late because "you wasted all afternoon on writing" *facepalms (remember I told him about getting it done before the weekend?) Anyway, I had the argument that I was perfectly on time doing things, it was his fault for misunderstanding me yesterday thinking we had cauliflower when we didn't and he sprung this on me at the last minute (quickly ran out to the store). But he wasn't hearing any of it then. He was just getting mad and saying I was running my mouth and not to test him. I said I was just acting like he always does with me and he basically had some lame excuse why it was worse for me to do it than him. Grrr...