Happiness is sometimes overated...

So where do I begin? The small house is getting to me in a big way mostly because there is no storage and there is NO PERSONAL SPACE. Plus, we had our first huge blow-up between something that happened at work, but the part that bothers me is that he was believing the work people over me when we haven't had any history of mistrust. Then to top it off he told his dad, "because he needed someone to talk too" so that is just great. It would have been so much better if he had come to me first to talk about it. So his dad told him to work it out, so great when we have another fight and his dad isn't around to tell him to "work it out" that he will be done. That is fine....part of me wants to end it all right now. But I love him so much that it hurts. I am the one that feels like I have given up on so much. He doesn't want marriage but yet I do. He isn't bothered by the crappy carpet, but yet I am. He isn't bothered by all the stuff, from wall to wall. It drives me crazy. Part of me wants so badly to go back to my house and live there, but I don't believe I would be happy there either. I resent him for talking to his parents about our problems. It would be one thing if we never interacted with them or only saw them once or twice a year, but we see them all the time. I feel ashamed, for whatever reason. I just do. Maybe it's because he didn't come to me first all I got from him was a threat, which is what I get a lot. (If I was to take his picture "he would be done with me"). It is so maddening I could scream, and I know that I am not myself right now. But my heart is hurting. Maybe it was because of the way I was treated. I know he was mad and frustrated but for heaven's sake, he didn't even give me the benefit of the doubt by coming to me first. Why do relationships have to be so difficult?