Italy update part 1 (?)

Ahhhh sacred blog, how I've missed you. I'm surviving Italy with emotional indifference and I know I should be overwhelmed by joy.
Twiggy Fuck signed us up for a tour that makes NASCAR look like they are moving slow. We leave at the butt crack of dawn tomorrow, and I will solider on for the sake of Twiggy Fuck.
There are too many times this trip I feel ignored and not listened to that this morning I wound up in the bathroom crying.
Twiggy Fuck is very good at moving at his own pace and ignoring everything around him. I being the attention whore that I am, feel neglected by this. This morning I asked him to watch for pressured speech from me because I was taking a higher dose of Cymbalta and I wanted to make sure it wouldn't put me over the edge. He asked what should the code be between us then flapped his hand like a mouth. I said "how about a gentle tap on the elbow?" Oh I don't want it to seem like I'm disaplining you in front of everyone.
WTF? I was so hurt by this comment because for me it gave me some insight as to how he really felt about my mental illness.
There have been numerous times throughout the trip were I have made suggestions and he has completely ignored them and went about doing exactly what he wants to do, or I will give him instructions on how to do something and he will do the exact opposite, almost as if he didn't hear me. For example, he carried my tolietries from Rome to Florence. When we got here, he proceeded to shove them in my suit case. I said to him, "Please don't put them in my suit case. Please put them in the bathroom." x's 3.
Another example which I am sadicastically amused by. Twiggy Fuck admires those that know how to people watch and wants to become like them. I LISTENING to what he said decided to point out the things people were doing that I found amusing and explain why. I pointed out a guy who was my father's age wearing a skin tight Dolce and Gabana shirt with silver studs; two of which seemed to be perfectly located over his nipples. Twiggy Fuck spent five minutes looking around for this person and was still clueless as to not only who I was talking about, but why I would find this funny.
Also, still no sex. Ugh.