He’s a complaining whingeing knob. All he talks about is politics and the dire state of politics, big long monologues when we are out with friends. Everything is worthy of a whinge and he shows no interest in me or what I’m doing.
It’s alwayd my fault, whatever it is, or someone else’s fault never his.
All the fun has gone.
He’s had severe depression in the past. He is always right.
I’m really struggling to remember the good points.