Picking on me, constantly.
Have you done this yet?
Have you done that yet?
Why have you put that there?
This needs sorting out, that needs sorting out.
Where have you put my blue hoodie?
He's just randomly going around the house, looking for something to have a go at me about.
Yesterday, I went and sat in the bedroom because he was talking to his sister on the phone. No need for me to be there listening to one side of a conversation.
He didn't like that either, and told me I was weird.
Most of the time he can be kind, but when he's like this I feel so sad and want to escape.