Home is a 4 letter word.

I'm not hungry. I don't want to eat everything in reach. In spite of my irritation with GB I don't feel like stuffing my face. His locking the door so I get locked out is, in my opinion, his way of convincing me to put a spare key somewhere so his irresponsible key losing is less of an inconvenience for him. Talk about passive aggressive. I really just don't want to live with him anymore. I find his habits & habitual forgetting to be a royal pain in the ass, creating more work and forcing me to expend unnecessary energy. The dog barking at 2am cuz he forgot to put her out. Annoying, energy consuming by the sleep deprivation. Is that it, is he on a mission to torture me- sleep deprivation, constantly doing the opposite of what I ask, ignoring my pleas for change, disregarding my opinions, losing shit all the time? It's working. I confess- I HATE LIVING WITH HIM!!!! And I'm starting to hate him.