[I dread him coming home and saying: "What the heck have you been doing? What did you do for the past week? Why is this apartment still a mess? When are you going to attend to those piles of unopened mail?" I dread him telling me what a failure I am. The funny thing is that, if he would just stop putting me down, I probably would feel like doing a lot more. Maybe I'm kidding myself . . . blaming him for my own laziness.]

Rose, have you ever asked yourself why it is, that if you are such a disappointment to him, if you are such an unsatisfactory companion, why it is that he wants you around at all? (((MANY HUGS )))