I guess before getting into all the crazy stories about encounters and conversations I've had using online dating, I should explain how I got to using online dating.
I had been dating someone for over 6 years. We lived together for over 5, in three different locations, we have a dog together, and we shared costs of buying new furniture. In September 2017 I finally got to a breaking point where I could not reconcile being happy if I stayed with him and so I told him that we needed to break up.
He made plans to stay with a friend for a few days. Soon after, I told him that when he was looking for an apartment that he needed to find one that the dog could be at if he still planned on having her sometimes. He was, I think shocked that I was formally telling him he was moving out.
I'm pretty sure he was under the impression that he would be leaving for a few days, come back the next weekend and things would be good again.
I will get into more details in later posts, but essentially, I was not happy. I felt like I was a mother taking care of a teenage son who showed very little initiative or responsibility in terms of doing things around the house, putting effort into the relationship or moving forward with future plans. We had talked about it multiple times over the past few years and things never changed. I just decided I was done.
I had been dating someone for over 6 years. We lived together for over 5, in three different locations, we have a dog together, and we shared costs of buying new furniture. In September 2017 I finally got to a breaking point where I could not reconcile being happy if I stayed with him and so I told him that we needed to break up.
He made plans to stay with a friend for a few days. Soon after, I told him that when he was looking for an apartment that he needed to find one that the dog could be at if he still planned on having her sometimes. He was, I think shocked that I was formally telling him he was moving out.
I'm pretty sure he was under the impression that he would be leaving for a few days, come back the next weekend and things would be good again.
I will get into more details in later posts, but essentially, I was not happy. I felt like I was a mother taking care of a teenage son who showed very little initiative or responsibility in terms of doing things around the house, putting effort into the relationship or moving forward with future plans. We had talked about it multiple times over the past few years and things never changed. I just decided I was done.
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