I come through the door from the gym and he's all, "Wanna go to the movies?" and I'm all "Why did I tell him I would yesterday" and he's all "I wrote a new song" and I'm just wishing for a brain anuerism, and he's all "Let's leave in an hour" and in my mind I'm thinking, "Go **&% yourself".
No marginal awareness that I exist ourside of him. Not the slightest idea that I might want to live a life of my own. No periphery AT ALL that I don't prefer his company.
This is so bullcrap.
And I have to find a way to tell him this, because he isn't going to understand unless I do. He does not have the mental equipment to connect these dots.
I remember a half year ago or more, I likened this situation to the movie "Sideways". But now it's not funny, and I am not getting any awards.