Any time I get hurt/angry/let down by her, she “didn’t know what to do.”

“I want to help you, really, I just don’t know how your mind works. I don’t know what will make you angry. I don’t know what you need in the moment.”

I wind up with a whiteboard in her living room like Bernie before congress showing her what she did, why it’s wrong, what to do next time… and I’m just tired. I always have to put in the work to get treated right.

Everyone tells me to leave, but I don’t want her to have nothing.

Sorry for venting. I’m just asking to be heard, right now.