Expectations: Roller coaster ride for two?

I heard that the person who cares the least is the person who controls the situations. I can see how this statement can be true. Everyday I devote myself to making good choices and finding the right paths with strategic thought processes. No matter how nice, how understanding, how sweet and good there always seems to be a rift. Speaking your mind to a person who tells you that this is the way it is, this is the way it should be, you must do this or that in order to get this conclusion. My rebuttal consists of it is not one person telling the other what to do but expressing how something makes you feel. In seconds I can see the wall of separation and the retreat of personality, inching back and out with the rise of selfishness and emotionless exits. Yell at me, tell me who you think I am. Keep yelling at me, keep telling me what I do wrong. Yell at me as I look up at you and hurt inside. Step back, leave and figure it out yourself. Play your games but when you come back from whatever made you mean don’t act as though you love me, don’t play with me when no one is around then turn evil once they enter the room, don’t talk to me nice for hours then at a moments notice turn into the ass you are so good at being. Every time you run out only to come back to expect me to be that stone cold rock that never changes. Stop to realized that I have changed, think about all the shit I take that I never took before and for what? What do I get in this experience? All these feelings wrapped up in a tight ball of choking frustration pulls me deeper into this roller coaster of excitement and wonder paralleled with fear of when you are going to snap again. The joys are heights I have never been to and the pains are lows that are deeper then hell itself. You take me away from what I need to be yet here I stand strong for you, strong for me nevertheless strong enough to walk on my own where you left me only to creep in when it feels right for who you are now. This ride needs to stop at some point. I am an individual this I have figured out for myself, my soul, my life but as an individual I am a puzzle piece of a whole conglomerate that pulls together the big picture of who I am and one piece will only be found by that one person who treats me with the respect, love, and the same support I reflect out upon my love, in essence it must be a mirror image of someone from my parallel world, with thoughts of surprise that bring the greatest of joys and a heart filled with tears of bliss. Someday when I rise from my sleep I will smile because you are there by my side and not in front of me selfish and alone.