I've been with my boyfriend for 3 1/2 years and we've lived together for a year and a half. In our entire relationship, as much as he's promised and sworn and written in blood that he will, he has not gotten a job and kept it. He's worked for a grand total of two months before he quit because he didn't like the job. It's been like fighting a rabid monkey to get him to fill out an application.
For the first few years of the relationship, I paid for everything with my job (and, when I was laid off due to store closure, I paid with my unemployment). As far as the apartment we live in goes, his dad ends up paying every month. Needless to say, it's embarrassing!
Besides the fact that he refuses to work, there are a lot of other issues, including, but not limited to, his anti-social behaviour; his attachment to his past (i.e. he still thinks the world is like high school even though he’s 23 years old); his lack of trust for me even though I’ve done nothing to warrant such a thing; and the disrespect for my parents (he hasn’t done anything blatant, he’s just quit a job my mother got him on her honour after doing it for a whole 3 days and refused to help them the multiple times they ask him to.). Overall, he’s a nice, charismatic, funny guy to the public who is very charming, but really, he’s irresponsible and immature.
The lease is coming up here, and I’ve been living with him and his brother and his brother’s girlfriend in this apartment for a whole year. It has been a year of nothing but stress. Even to the point where I broke down and ruined my grades so I could get a job to pay the bills so his father wouldn’t have to. I had to quit that job because I was about to waste the tuition money to my school in failed grades. I’ve come to hate his brother, who strips down to his underwear the second he walks in the door and thinks that in some world that’s an okay thing to do.
I want to move out. I told my boyfriend this already, and he got so angry that I just took it back and pretended not to mean it. That was five days ago and I’m completely miserable. My parents want me to move back in with them and are willing to do whatever they can to help me get out of here, but for some reason, I backed out. Regardless of what his downfalls are, he is a really sweet guy and he’s cute and funny and when we’re having fun, we’re really having fun, but I just can’t live in this stressful situation anymore. I’m not ready to have to worry about rent and groceries. I want to travel and save my money for myself. I don’t want to break up with him, but I can’t do this living with him thing anymore.
Any advice on how to tell him and keep his feelings semi-intact? Sorry it’s so long, there’s so much more to this story, but I tried to make it easy enough to keep someone’s attention. Thanks for reading.
The brother lives there too, so you have nothing to feel guilty about...
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