You and that fucking cat of yours. I hate that you are a 25 year old man that keeps two pictures of that cat on the bedside, and that you kiss them goodnight, talk to them and have a clipping of some of the bedding it sleeps on. I hate that you refuse to listen to me when I suggest it is a bit odd and makes me feel inadequate. I hate that I have told you so many times I have wanted to leave but you won't let me. Believe me, if I could afford to sacrifice the deposit money, I would have gone a long time ago. You say I am the one with problems in this relationship... take a look in the fucking mirror you immature hypocrite! Grow the fuck up or go back to mummys house.