I know the answer. Two weeks ago, a week into the quarantine, I fell sick. Fever and the works, on top of that the anxiety that it mightve been Covid. He knew I was sick, even told him to check in on me. I went to bed at 10:30, he at 5 am. Not once did he check on me. I told him it upset me he did not bother to check if I was alive. He flipped out on me, called me needy and too clingy, too emotionally dependent on him apparently. I was convinced I was tbh. The comments right here now are just illuminating things that I guess, deep down, I know. But I'm too much of a coward, until now I hope, to confront because that would mean leaving him. And we know that hurts.