He's been driving me a bit mental recently. He just seems to be so immature, it's doing my head in.
For example, he was mucking about in my bag (why, I do not know), it fell on the floor and my camera fell out and broke (nothing major, but it's still broken). He then said "your bag wasn't in a safe place". So it was my fault then. Then, last night he couldn't watch the UEFA cup final (I'd booked tickets for something, but he admitted that he hadn't even thought to look at the time of booking, and I didn't, as it's something that does even register on my radar), and complained about it for about three days beforehand, was in a grump the whole evening and very pissy afterwards, because I had booked the tickets for that evening. Surely he should just get over it and deal with it FFS?
He criticises me all the time: why don't I wear heels (I do at work. Can't be arsed rest of the time), why do I only wear particular colours (they suit my colouring, and what does he know about clothes?), why am I wearing that outfit and so on. He wants me to learn his mother tongue (which I'm doing, but slowly because to be honest, I don't really have the time, and there's another language I need for my employment and need to work on as a matter of urgency). All I asked of him was to start cutting his finger nails. And he still doesn't do it, he chews them instead. I've been asking for months.