ughhh. This shit, aka my fucking life, is more like an endurance test for my psyche right now. I have been trying, in vain it turns out, for over 7 months to make this relationship work out and much to my own sacrifice. It seems like the more I fucking try to make it work the more he tries to ensure that it goes further to hell. Any other time in my life I would have already been way the fuck gone. I don't know honestly why I've stuck around this long. Yeah, I do really care about him, and no one in the world hates talking about lame relationship bullshit more than I, but HERE I am, damnit. I think it's mostly because he continually coaxes me back in, being super sweet and cool to me, and the sex IS killer (I hate to admit it, but that IS one of the main things that uh, keeps popping up), so I stay...then SHMAK! -just like that cheesy onamonopoeia there, I am confronted with his alter ego, Dickface the redneck! 
And here I am. Again. This will, either way, be temporary, as I cannot tolerate wasting my time arguing, esp. on shit as juvenile as he is thinking up as fodder. *sigh* 
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Quite frankly, i was in a similar situation recently. Years invested... Ultimately, it was my fault as I did some shit a few years back that was the pinnacle of stupidity. She said she forgave me, but she never did. So, she was miserable, she was making miserable, and i'd spent a few years being Mr. Saint and bending over backwards to make her happy and forgiving everything she did.
So, she treated me like shit, all the time, never contributed anything to the relationship, wouldn't talk to me, and I finally got sick and tired and we broke up. Now, 6 months later, she wants back, but I don't yet have stupid tattoo'd to my forehead.