Hatred

We had a big fight last night.
A doesn't wanna change his way
and I don't either.
There is no negotiation between us.

I started seeing a counselor and a doctor
as A told me to do and I hated to do it.
I take medicines which I know are addictive.
I tried to change, at least.

A still declines when I ask him to do what I want
and tells me what to do and what not to do.
Even if he are kind enough to do what I want to do,
his face tells me how awful he's feeling.

I am sick of this.

And I can't meet someone who has the same hobby as me
unless A know and likes the person.

I am sick of living like this.

I've told A many times how I feel.
Nothing changed.

Why should we live together?
Whenever we talk, we fight.
What's good about it?