Yeah, making one out to be the villain somehow.
My former companion -- she was gone for a few weeks on a family vacation. She told me precisely when she would be back, so I spent the last several days specially preparing for that.
I knew that when she returned she would scour the place from room to room, hunting for anything I'd screwed up while she was away, so she could latch onto it as evidence for how horrible I was. And I thought I knew the kinds of things she would look for, so over several days I exhausted myself, bringing the place up to an unusually high standard.
I cleaned, I fixed things. I didn't have much money right then, as I was between commissions, but I spent what I had left on groceries and I baked her a cake and her favorite kind of cookies. A couple of days before she was supposed to return, she called me and told me to make sure when she got back she wouldn't find anything that would "make her sad". I stammered in response, then grew rather irritated after I hung up. I mean, what? But I got over it.
So I waited for her to return... and she didn't. Several days passed. I think she was supposed to be back on a Monday. I didn't know how to reach her. Eventually, maybe around Thursday or Friday, she wandered back unannounced; by then I had eaten through half of the groceries I had bought in anticipation of her return. And I'd forgotten to clean the catbox since the previous day.
She became furious with me because there weren't any groceries, and I hadn't cleaned the catbox. She was also incredulous that I would do something so frivolous as bake her things instead of taking care of practical matters. How could I be so irresponsible?! It was like living with a child, she said.
It was constantly like this.