Happy?

I told Magnum that I was irritated and unhappy and I was tired of it and I wanted to be unirritated and happy.  I said, (jokingly, but seriously) why can't you just do for me what you do for your girlfriends and make me happy?

Needless to say, he ended up saying, "I guess I just don't know what makes you happy anymore."

Does he need a fucking memo? 

Here's a quick list.

Don't start bitching at me the second you walk through the front door.  Don't sound irritated when I call you.  Appreciate what I do.  Understand that contrary to what you might think, I am not sitting on my ass all day doing nothing.  Understand that the house doesn't clean itself, and dinner doesn't whip itself together just as you walk in.  Understand balance.  Let me know you love me.

It's my opinion that you don't love me anymore but you aren't gonna admit that.  So, either I have to do something to change the situation, or...or...or what?