Grrrrr!

My Psycho-Hose-Beast is such a martyr. 

She wants to go out to eat, but she refuses to give any opinion as to where.  The problem is that I usually don’t care at all.  She asks “where do you want to go” and I will say it doesn’t matter.  Then the psycho gets MAD and sulks!  Or if I do suggest my “standard place”, she gets mad about that too.  Or “hurt”; I can’t tell the difference with her. 

Anger makes her happy, and martyrdom completes her.