It seems like George and I just can not get along.  I’m sure part of it has to do with both of us working from home.  We are together 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.  But we very rarely really spend actual time together.  I have no idea if that even makes sense.

We are at each other constantly.  I feel like George thinks I do everything wrong.  There is nothing I can do that would make him happy.  No matter what I have done there is something wrong with it.  And if something happens to go wrong- it is somehow my fault.  Nothing is ever his fault.  And when I try to talk- I am constantly interrupted.

I am told pretty much daily how bad I am at all sorts of things.  The last time George said something nice to me or told me something he appreciated me doing?  I have no idea.