The boyfriend and I broke up tonight. I'm actually fine with that because I was getting quite sick of his bs. Apparently he can't understand normal conversations. Obviously I'm not that hard to understand or I wouldn't have a blog, much less any followers, but he was always telling me he couldn't understand me. But before I go into my rant and the childish things he said to me, let me give you guys a little bit of a background first because I know I've been gone for a while and haven't updated things like I should.
After dating for two months I decided to take the boyfriend to meet my parents. He agreed and I was so excited. I hadn't seen Mom in a while and I'm always glad to see Daddy. So the day before we had decided to head down there I tell him I would like to leave at noon on Thursday (Thanksgiving day) and he basically ignores me. So I leave it alone for a little while and then he blurts out as he's leaving that he isn't leaving at noon. So I'm like "Um what do you mean by that? You're not coming or you don't want to leave at noon?" He says he doesn't want to leave at noon because he's going to see his parents. Of course this is news to me because he never mentioned that he was going to see his parents before then. Then he fights with me telling me he had told me already and I know he didn't. My memory isn't that bad. So I let it slide and of course I was angry about it, but at least I was getting to see my parents so nothing else matter.
Then we get down to my parents house and he doesn't speak to my parents at all. He sat on their recliner and didn't speak. Then my ex showed up at my mom's house and the boyfriend decided to get into a fight with me because I said he didn't drink much. Apparently he thought I was talking down to him when in reality I value someone who doesn't drink a lot because my real dad was an alcoholic. So I was ticked that we'd fought at my parents and that he was being dumb and not understanding my normal tone of voice. I've been through a lot of therapy, etc., so I know how to use my tones. After we spoke about it, he said he would try to understand better. We get back home and he knew I had to go back down to Mom's for an appointment I have on Friday so he said he would stay and spend a lot of time with me and help me clean and all that. By today he still hadn't come by, not even on his lunch breaks, so I couldn't figure out what was going on, but it was the same way as it was last month when he decided to break up with me.
So I decided to ask him why he wasn't coming to see me and he said he needed space. He said he would probably be staying to himself for a while and I asked him why and that's when he got hateful with me. He told me that when he met my ex he could see that we still loved each other and there was no reason for him to be in my life. He said he thought I was going to run away with my ex and never come home, then he told me that I was free to find as many guys as I wanted to be a whore with. He called my mom a bitch and said she was rude to him the whole time he was down there and Mom actually made fudge just for him. Mom tried her best to make him feel accepted. The problem is the boyfriend is so paranoid that he thinks everyone is out to get him so he doesn't know how to accept true hospitality. I got ticked and yelled and screamed at him and gave him a true taste of what it's like for me to talk down to him and to be pissed at him and to shove him out of my life. I probably would have been ok with him talking crap about me, but dragging my mom into it pissed me off. I told him if he couldn't accept my family there was no place for him in my life because unlike him they will always be there for me. Then he told me I could burn in hell, and I told him to go ef himself and hung up on him.
There's always an ending to everything. I just don't know what kind of lesson I was supposed to learn from this stupid relationship. I've always tried to look at every relationship and see what I did wrong and how I could better myself, but I was always supportive of him, I always tried to compromise and talk things through with him, and I pretty much constantly told him I loved him. I can't figure out anything else I could have done. But to be honest, I'm glad to be free of him. He didn't grasp half of our conversations and he was 28 years old. Sometimes I felt like I was talking to a child because of how much I had to break down almost every word I said for him to understand what the hell I was talking about. Now I'm free to find an intelligent man (who is taller than me and at least takes care of their teeth), or to be single and do whatever I want.