I used to feel like she made everything easier. Now I feel like I'm playing tennis with no net while she's got me boxed in by a brick wall. I lost 15 kilograms. She called it a failure because it wasn't fast enough and I still have further to go. Fifteen kilograms. Gone. Not enough, apparently. If I fall asleep during a movie or get distracted, it's a whole thing. If she does the same, it's fine, no discussion. Same behavior, different rulebook depending on who's doing it. When my mental illness causes issues, it becomes a crisis I have to answer for. When she has issues, I'm expected to forgive instantly, no questions asked. I'm not trying to keep score. I'm trying to understand why every win I have gets recalculated into a loss, and every stumble of mine gets weighed heavier than hers. I don't want a scoreboard. I want a doubles partner. Right now it feels like I'm the only one on the court trying to play fair. 🎾😭