what the ef does he want from me? I put in 50 hours a week juggling school, work, and a relationship. I'm doing the best that I can while trying to stay sane and he's going to get on my ass about not cleaning the freakin' litter box?
I fucking give up.
I debated telling him about this blog site...and now I think, hell no.
Maybe I'm thinking he'd be happier with someone who was submissive, with much less personality, and who is a Martha Stewart clone.. because I'm not sure if I can handle living with him in the future.