Not sure why I allow this kind of treatment. I feel defeated.
I (34F) have been on and off with my ex (36M), and something happened this weekend that has me questioning why I keep allowing this dynamic.
I had about 100+ pounds of laundry (13 bags) that I needed to take to a wash-and-fold laundromat because I physically couldn’t manage doing it all myself. I asked him if he could help me carry the bags. He wasn’t enthusiastic about it, but eventually agreed.
When he got to my apartment, he immediately got on FaceTime with his friend and barely spoke to me. He does this every time he comes to my apartment. We loaded everything into my car, and he insisted on coming with me to the laundromat even though I honestly would’ve preferred to go alone.
During the drive he had his AirPods in, was talking to his friend, and wasn’t really interacting with me. Again, something he does all the time. I’m always driving because I have a license and a car. He doesn’t (born and raised in the city). He also kept talking about how the neighborhood we were going to was gang territory and acting like he knew all the names of the gangs/gang territory. He himself says he’s a “crip” gang member. It honestly just annoyed me because it felt performative. His IG is dedicated to himself and other gang member friends. Specifically, he is fascinated by one of his friends who passed like 6 years back. His entire persona is based on that one guy.
When we got to the laundromat, he started rushing me, telling me to “hurry the f*** up” while I was trying to get one of those rolling carts and explain my laundry preferences to the employee.
After we left, we stopped at a fast food place for lunch. Without asking, he confidently ordered himself a salad and drink and basically assumed I was paying because he had helped me. I paid because I didn’t feel like arguing. He recently lost his job because of a chronic illness and gets unemployment. All his money goes toward marijuana. He also lives with his mom at 36 in the projects in a dilapidated apartment with a roach infestation. He mostly plays video games all day…and talks to his online friends.
So while we were in the drive-thru, my mom called me. We were talking about my dog, and I mentioned that I bought his lunch because he helped me. Apparently he heard me through his AirPods and immediately started screaming and cursing at my mom in the drive-thru. She yelled back, and I was sitting there trying to get both of them to stop while the employees at the window watched the whole thing.
After that, he acted like nothing happened. He opened his food, took pictures of it for Instagram, started watching videos on his phone, and I drove us home.
I felt like sh*t afterward. I realized that if I ever need help, I almost always have to ask multiple times, and I usually end up paying for something or doing something in return. Then later he’ll throw it back in my face that he helped me. He almost never voluntarily offers to make my life easier. I spend hours every day on the phone with him, but when I actually think about it, I leave most interactions feeling worse about myself.
The whole day made me think, “Why am I accepting this?” I’m not really asking whether he was wrong in one specific moment. I think I already know parts of the answer. I just keep going back to him because I get so lonely. I live out of state by myself. No family around. I have some friends, but they have their own lives. I’m also very overweight…so I think part of that plays a part in my self esteem and thinking I can’t do any better.
I feel behind in life and completely emotionally stunted to be 34 and still accepting said behavior.