A year of fighting and working hard.

Then came the year when we or rather I got annoyed at everything he did, or rather some things all the time.
The way he eats with much sound and like "a peasant".
Not saying sorry when burping and lack of other "good" manners.
The way he drove like a teenage maniac macho man. I was scared, he didn't give a shit.
I will never understand why he suddenly started to annoy me so much.

Then he did the job change.
Great pay, great location, great co-workers remember?
Well, with that came late hours.

First he said it was because it was a new job. He had to get adjusted. Then it was summer and thus more busy. Then it was this and then it was that.
Truth be told, he used to work at 5 minutes walk from us for quite some time. He would finish at 6 and be home early.
Now he worked 15 minutes or more of a drive and finished at 7.
7 often turned into 8 and even later than that though.
So I got to be home all the time, alone again.
My lack of social network, no work and isolation made me into a person who waited, waited and waited for him to come home.

But he was happy again. His previous work had almost gotten him depressed. Though now he will say that was me all along...
But here everything was perfect, for a while.
Then issues started showing up there, as they do when people work together I guess.
But the bitch at home was the issue that was hardest.
We fought almost each day after work.