I remember I wasn't very close to my family but I was close to his. He helped me reconnect with my sibling but when I did he said I was talking to her too much and not spending enough time with him. He would also go and have fun with his guy's friends a lot and tell me to hang out with my female friends more. When I did hang out with them he started saying he didn't like them or call me to come back because of an emergency. When I decided to get fit we did it together then he stopped. He then told me he missed my butt and that I worked out too much I wasn't spending enough time with him. I would work out 30 to 45 mins 3 to 4 days a week max. We were both working on books. His stories were always more important than mine. I was bad at plot and he was bad at characters. So I decided we should work together. He wouldn't let me write anything he just took ideas from me he thought were good after turning down 9/10 of them. The last straw was when I was sick he complained that the house was dirty and didn't want to take care of me. I asked him for food and he said why you're just going to throw it up anyways. I had to drive myself to the store to get soup. I'm sorry I didn't mean to vent.