Epiphany!!

     He treats you the way he does because he can; why waste precious energy talking to a column when it's always going to hold the roof up anyway? Why pay attention if collapse isn't imminent? It's been here for years; it isn't likely to go anywhere anytime soon.
     I think you know what I'm going to say next. That's right. Collapse. Let the roof cave in on him, and make sure he knows his column collapsed out of neglect. You needed to be spackled, polished, cared for and kept, and he failed. Don't let him blame you for doing what all things do when left to decay. Nature weathered you, life toiled at you, hands made you rough, smooth and rough again, breathy words made pieces of you fall , and still he did nothing. Let him dig himself out of your ruin.
     You'll rise again, someday. You'll make your appearance in the history books, heralded for your beauty, your steadfastness, your staying power even though you lie on the ground. Someone will write the story you deserve, build the reconstruction you need, and bring others to marvel at your  grandeur.