Yes I feel your pain!
I've been quiet on this thread recently because husband and I are in one of our lulls - the calms before the storm. Each time it gives me a flare of hope which is inevitably extinguished but each time I persist in living in hope.
Generally what happens is I realise that I have been pleasing and appeasing him more than usual and at some point I think, nope, enough now.
We had a classic conversation earlier and when I see our thread visitor banging on it's so wearily familiar, just like it is with husband. Here's today's example.
Me: I'm so tired after doing this thing yesterday.
DH: Don't worry! I'm going to help you!
Me: Oh great, thanks. I just need you to do X.
DH: I'm not going to do that. I'm going to do A, B, C, D and E! awaits praise
Me: But I don't need you to do that, just do X.
DH: No because I'm going to help you.
Me: I'm literally telling you exactly what I need you to do to help me. If you want to help me do X please.
DH: Well I'm not doing that. I'm trying to help you. You don't want me to help you.
Me: I do you're just not listening to me. I need you to do X. That is how you can help me. A, B, C, D and E won't help me.
DH: Wanders off looking upset at my ingratitude for not letting him do completely unhelpful things instead of the one thing he actually could do that will help
It's that fucking rigidity that I can't cope with anymore. It's like he has a blueprint in his head which can't be deviated from. I want him to move a wardrobe from one room to another on the ground floor of the house. He wants to move it to the garage. I'm disabled. I can't go into the garage so what is the fucking point of putting it there? I can't get my belongings in and out of it there.
But no. He has a plan and the plan must be followed, even if it's a Baldrick level cunning plan.
How many versions of this conversation have there been in the last nearly 20 years of my life?
I mean fuck me. How many of these conversations have there been? Gradually eroding me like water torture.