I am the worst

Maybe he is right. maybe I am the whole problem here.  It's true I do not care about much of anything anymore.  My lame attempts at being affectionate are deflected in theory because he has stuff to do but maybe he just cannot stand me anymore.  I know I would not be able to.  We had a huge blow up this morning.  Since I spend so much time here on DS he feels I do not need him and we are more like roommates now anyway.  I wanted to try and fix it I told him...why do you think I begged you to sleep next to me last night?  oh yeah right...like you begged he said.  I don't think you realize how hard it was for me to ask...to say I needed him to be there.  But we are more like roommates now. 
I tried to tell him that when he is busy I go for a book or get online to keep myself occupied...always trying to keep my mind busy and fight off the anxiety.  He said well maybe if I got up and did something around the house instead I would be fine.  It's true..other than the laundry and an occasional cleaning spree I do not do much around the house.  I just don't know what to do anymore.  Each year we only grow farther apart.  We are certainly nowhere near best friends
I never said I was a peach to live with.  I am lazy by nature so given the chance of randomly cleaning the house or curling up with a book I know which I will pick every time.  I am a waste on this planet I know..always wrapped up in my own misery and depression. 
He says...you have all your friends online ...you don't need me.  He doesn't understand that if I fell off the planet tomorrow no one would miss me.  I am not even sure that he would miss me. 
My dog would miss me but as long as he kept feeding her she'd be fine too.