Today is the first time I will try to write something. It really hurts me. And how is a girl who has no friends and whose parents don’t understand her supposed to feel?
It’s always been hard with my boyfriend. I remember our relationship 5 years ago. I remember him not wanting to go out with me because he was tired. No, not at work, but in my mom’s vegetable garden. I wouldn’t say that was a bad thing. But not when he puts the vegetable garden and mom before my interests …
I remember five years ago. It was spring, and he was sitting at home with his mom. And he didn’t call me originally, just a couple of messages on social media. And I thought everyone was like him. The most important thing in the world, according to him, is his mother.
It’s been 5 years and I don’t understand why I’m together with him. We fought again today. And yesterday. And the day before that. Every day. He can’t give me the basics – affection, care, support, love. We don’t even kiss. That’s usually how we kiss before sex.
Today he acted like a girl. We rent an apartment, or rather, he ispovedi.com renting. And he says he can’t do it alone. But why would I want a man like that with whom I would share my rent, apartment, and groceries? My money is mine. He sees that the main breadwinner in his family is his mother. And he thinks that such a life as he and his stepfather have is the norm. And he acts like it.
And he humiliates me all the time. I never had a holiday, on March 8 he did not congratulate me, I was in tears. He does not know how to order flowers by courier.
I remember my birthday. I wanted balloons, cake, flowers. No money, he said, and left. And I cried all through my birthday (I was 20 years old).
And at 19, he proposed to me. The ring was chosen by his mother. It was a horrible ring. She specifically chose a ring that my grandmother wouldn’t wear. And he proposed in the dorm, without flowers, without anything. Could you at least buy a bouquet?
Now he says, “Go live in the dorm.” And he will go live with his mother. And they will live in two rooms – him, his stepfather, his mother, his brother. The rooms are very small.
I loved him very much. And I didn’t care where he lived or who he lived with. Where he worked. I loved with all my heart and soul. But this man did nothing for me. He bought flowers once in 5 years for nothing. I never felt like a stone wall with him. And recently I forced him to go to the registry office. But why. To coddle him for the rest of his life?
When I cry, he goes into the other room and says “don’t whine.” It just hurts and hurts for 5 years of wasted time.
He also said he doesn’t want to marry me. And he said he doesn’t love me anymore.
