This man rescued me from homelessness and I keep disappointing him
He literally saved me straight from the street. I was just a kid then and we loved each other so much. He's sweet and kind and a great snuggler. We really seemed to love each other and I was just so grateful for everything he's done for me. As time went on it seemed I could do nothing but disappoint him. We didn't spend as much time together. I know it's my fault, I sleep a lot. I'll get out of bed in the morning feeling great, then after breakfast I find myself asleep on the couch. A few times, I'm still in the same spot when he gets home from work.
He used to call me by my name, now he calls me "asshole" most of the time. I don't mean to make him so angry. I have this habit of knocking things over. I don't think there is anything he hates more. I've broken things that were important to him, completely by accident. The truth is that I'm a prisoner here. He leaves the house, I'm not allowed to go anywhere. If I'm in his way he pushes me with his foot. I'm always in his way. Today I think was the last straw. I spilled a cup of water, again. He was so mad and he lost his temper. He grabbed me by the neck and pushed my face against the table all the while yelling "NO!". I was crying, he yelled at me. Sometimes he sprays me in the face with water. I don't know if he'll ever love me again.
Help me learn how to not be an asshole.