We Broke Up Over Funyuns

Last night he came over, he wanted to go straight out for dinner. We hadn’t seen each other in days, and the last time we saw each other was when he brought his son over for oysters and then to play in the hot tub. Then entire thing was frustrating. Finance was trying to control his son but kept needing my attention, and he was being overly loud as usual. I was trying to shuck oysters and finally made them leave. Finance had gotten him a large slurpee and he was acting like a spaz. I finally pointed out that maybe there was a connection. I’ve been saying since day one that health and clean food are incredibly important to me. He’s always giving his son junk food snacks, and he himself is always eating loads of sugar, and can’t drink just plain water. Even when I taught him how to use the sodastream, he would literally pour sugar in it. He’d spend equal time talking about wanting to get healthy, yet all he’s ever done is talk about making a cabbage soup that makes him lose weight.

Anyway, I hadn’t heard from him and expected to hear from him much earlier in the day so I’d already eaten dinner and written him off. Then when he called I was ecstatic and excited to see him. He was really sweet on the phone, and we kissed sweetly when he arrived. He was friendly at dinner, but wasn’t really lovey. Then we went for froyo, and his bowl was almost entirely full of crap. We came home and started to watch a show and he got thirsty and wanted something other than water. Around the same time I got a message from the guy that was pretending to be a VIP client and it sent me in a weird spiral. Finance insisted on going to the store to get something to drink, then he wanted me to go with him, and all I wanted to do was snuggle up and have a mellow evening. I went with him, he said that he wanted juice to mix with water.

He ended up coming back with Funions and two malt liquor drinks in 22 ounce cans, and a cream soda. He was all excited about it, and I was appalled. I’m like, "What the hell is that, I don’t want that crap in my house!” And he yelled back, "Are you serious?!" And then he threw the stuff in the back of the car, sped back to my house, parked my car in the middle of the street and took off in his car after saying don’t call me back. I just sat there stunned. Literally not able to react. I’m still in shock. It was so random and unnecessary. I wouldn’t pick up his phone calls. He wanted his knife back that he'd left in my room, and I told him too bad. I didn’t really feel safe. I didn’t want my roommate to have to witness anything.

I don’t get it. things were so great for the most part. They could have been easy, it could have been a loving casual relationship until he got his shit together, but I’m not sure that’s even a possibility. He’s lacking so many of the basic things that I need. And something about him isn’t right. He genuinely seems like a six year old. The way he asks questions, the way he eats, what he eats, even his sexual maturity isn’t what it should be. But this throw a tantrum and peace out tactic for fighting is ridiculous.

I just don’t understand how we can be happy and in love and then have a blow out because he made me cry because he wouldn’t stop pushing me, or because I can’t see him put more crap in his body. I’m not his junior high girlfriend who let’s him touch her boob and eat all of her food.

I’m waiting to see if he’s going to call and apologize, or if he’s going to unfriend me on facebook, or what. I kind of feel bad for the guy, but maybe he has to hit rock bottom.

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