let me just add...

that fucknut who swallowed half my face without a modicum of my consent apparently also fucks his undergrad students. unbelievable. and apparently after he broke up with one he got a restraining order because that poor silly eighteen-year old couldn't understand why he ditched her after he used her. UNFUCKINGREAL.

Pay me

I’m tired of my boyfriend acting like when he cleans the apartment, he becomes a god and should be praised. Whatever.

I don’t like to clean. It just happens to be something I don’t like to do so I don’t do. What I do like to do is go to work and make money, so I take care of the finance stuff.

For a while I was considering getting a person to come in and clean once a month to give the apartment an industrial cleaning.

My Boyfriend didn’t like the idea of a cleaning lady but instead suggested that he would clean, and get this, that I should pay him the money I was going to pay the cleaning lady.
The dirt that he cleans up is his and mine, why would I pay him to clean his dirt?

Am I crazy? Does this make some sort of sense in some bizzaro world filled with square faced people who speak in the third person and can't conjugate verbs?
I thought this was supposed to be about SHARING the duties, not “pay me and I’ll do it.”
I’d rather pay the cleaning lady.
She won’t bitch at me later or ask me where her belt is or try to get me to suck her dick.

"Maybe You Should Diet."

Yep. He let those words come out of his face last night. We were arguing, and it went something like this:

"I don't feel like a man. I'm not working, I can't do anything right...it's hard to feel sexy when I'm so fucked up in everything else in my life."

"I understand that, but not fucking makes me feel fat and ugly."

"Well, if you feel fat, maybe you should diet. That's you, not me. You know I think you're sexy and your body is beautiful."

And while the context eases the gravity of his offense against me, nay, his offense against womankind, it doesn't take away that phrase, ringing in my ears, over and over again:

MAYBE YOU SHOULD DIET.

It's echoing. It's ominous. I will never eat again.

This is a man with sisters. A man who has been in many relationships. A man who knows me and knows women, well. This is a man who has lost his goddamned mind. There are just certain THINGS that you just DON'T SAY to a woman, ever, in any context. Ever.

Right? Right, my sisters?