Bloody bastard men

I apologise to all those nice men out there who aren't emotionally retarded. And to Joey for chewing her ear off about this. I am so angry right now that frankly I don't give a shit whether Pete reads this or not, cos basically. he's being an arsehole.
Apparently, I haven't been bothering with him, and he's pissed off at me because of that. Which is why he hasn't wanted to see me for a week and wouldn't tell me why. As far as I can tell, I haven't been behaving any differently than usual, apart from being ill for a bit with that damned cold. And even when I was ill, and coughing my lungs up, I went round to his and helped him pack, I went out for his birthday, albeit briefly cos I was ill. Thats another thing...his birthday, if I didn't care, and was treating him like shit, why the hell would I buy him a PS2 for his birthday, when I could have just bought a fucking DVD or something. And I had to take the damn thing back cos it didn't work and swap it for one that did. I was really upset about that, the fact that he was disappointed because his present was crap. He can't say that I don't care. What he actually means is that he hasn't been getting enough sex. He want to try having my fucking body, that seems to decide to bleed for seven days out of every fortnight, and still want lots of sex. Thats probably a little unfair actually, I'm not just a sex toy to him. I'm an unlimited supply of food too. I am soo fucking angry I could scream, but I won't because my Mum and Dad are in, and they would wonder what the hell is going on.
I love the stupid bastard, I really do, I tell him often enough, obviously not often enough tho. I'm just tired of being made to feel inadequate, and guilty, and small, and like every little problem we have is my fault. He's got a hell of a lot to answer for. on one hand he makes me feel great, sexy, almost gorgeous, loved, on the other he makes me feel like I'm nothing, that all my efforts are worth shit and nothing I do is worth anything. I don't know if thats a normal relationship state, or if this relationship is one of the bad ones that can't last. My heart tells me it can work. My head tells me it can't. From past experience, my head is winning out at the moment.