It's August again

I make something wonderful, thinking in fairy tales he'll sweep me off my feet and kiss me. He arrives and I lay out my feast for him to admire. He scowls, then begins to question every aspect that I have given my heart to. I scream, he screams even louder and meaner. I slam a door and he ends it with "I don't give a fuck about your feelings!" I cry in hiding, sleep on the couch, and stop speaking to him for 15 hours. 36 hours later we act like nothing happened at all; same time again next month or maybe every other month. Is it August again?