Not Listening

You claim I am not listening. I questioned what I was not listening to you say. You fail to provide a response. So, I ask again, why or how am I not listening?
Am I not listening to the pathetic excuse of an apology in which you justify how you are right and I am wrong?
Am I not listening when you claim you do not talk to anyone and yet you admit you speak to others on a more regular basis than you speak with me? Or am I not listening when you tell me you contact others when the only way I receive contact from you is when I initiate the conversation?
Am I not listening when you claim I am “worse than (you) thought”?
Am I not listening when you claim you cannot trust me because you cannot keep my series of life events in order but yet you choose to lie to me?
Am I not listening when you tell me you have never known love and yet I have seen in black and white the proof of where you went above and beyond to tell another how much you loved them days before that relationship ended?
Am I not listening when you explode on me for finally calling you out on all your hypocritical actions or the ways in which you take me for granted?
Am I not listening when one day you tell me how important I am, how much you have relied on me, and then another day you tell me you never wish to talk to me again and I can just go fuck off?
I am listening, I am watching, I am taking notes of all of these things and more. I listen when you tell me how I am just not enough for you, how I am not good enough for your time, how you are unable to communicate with me. I am listening to the truth which spews from your mouth in the words of negativity. I am listening to what you say, I am listening to not only your words written and spoken, but also your actions and your effort.
I am listening more than you would prefer me to do.