I don't quite know how to start this, and it isn't exactly a new problem but it's become worse lately. I know it is a combination of my fault and his fault or mixture of both or misunderstanding. But he just won't stop asking me questions! Where am I going, what am I doing. I can't go from the lounge to the bathroom without a what are you doing. If I am doing something that might lead to a further flurry of questions like going to the doctor or working, I sometimes just lie. But then it feels ridiculous I have to lie about such everyday banal things!
He has always been like this and it has always pissed me off. But he is now signed off work. And so I never get a break from it.
I am just sick of the spanish inquisition every time I have a wee.