Wow, i mean, i knew i would post in here again eventually, but not this soon. (Venting ahead, so i'll just try to get straight to the point as most as possible)
I knew the relationship was over when he went to his friends house, i didn't miss him or cared if he came back.
It happened gradually. He wasnt motivated to do anything except play video games, cooking (not a bad thing btw) and sex. At first when he moved from mass to ohio, he was working and then he stopped due to his stab wounds hurting. So i said ok, i understand. Etc. I never been stabbed 9 times, so who was i to judge?
it lasted for a good year. He cooked, cleaned the house (when he wanted) and even when he did, he always found something to bytch about. But i thought he was trying to adjust since it was new surroundings, etc.
But he seemed to had always wanted to drink, i mean, he did it after he got off of temp jobs, i found it strange. But never paid any attention to it until he stopped working and i started (i was in a employment type program at the time). When i started a good job, he asked me for Alcohol and ciggs. At first i was like
becasue i thought nothing of it, so i said sure a few times. but something told me to say no for the first time. So i did that and he switched up quick. Got aggy, etc guilt tripping, etc. Plus i overlooked more red flags. He was living with his baby moms, wasnt motivated to do any better when they broke up etc. Much more, but im not gonna bore anyone with details.
I tried talking to him about the issues i had with him, but he always had an excuse for everything it seemed. Plus, I didnt feel or think we were compatible as lovers. And i tried to fix it. I tried to bring it up our problems, but everytime it ended in an argument. Eventually, i got tired of getting blamed for shyt I didnt do or for the decisions
he made. It was everyone's fault except his.
Especially since im working and he was about..fast money. He had unrealistic expectations and didnt want to work a 9-5. he thought about flipping online full time. I told him it was unrealistic to make a steady wage off of it. And we didnt have room at our place. Ha! He thought i was bringing im down when all i was doing was being realistic.
He wasn't a bad person, he was actually nice and caring. But he had so much...baggage. And would take it out on me. I just couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't take being a verbal punching bag or getting blamed, paying for everything (except food in the house), not being heard or listened to, or dismissed of my thoughts just because I was 22 and he was 40.
So at that point. I stopped trying to fix anything. and just decided to end it, so i did. At first I felt bad, it was my first serious relationship. But after a while, I don't regret it.
I ended up finding it later that evening but still 
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