GettinJizzywitit
On the Prowl
I'm ready to call it quits.
He was the reason I came out. He was my world. Now, my stomach turns every time he returns from working about 70 miles away from me during the week.
We both have a bit of A type in us but, I know this sounds a little cliché, I am the more passive one. In short I'm the power bottom and I'm fine with that.
Our relationship has always been work as he is a self admitted bitch and grew up in a broken Jewish/Catholic household that was heavy on criticism and guilt. A perfectionist that does not know the meaning of break, he is a relentless criticizer, bitcher, and slave driver.
The straw that is breaking the camel's back is this: We are having a get together this weekend and suddenly heard through the grapevine that a friend of ours just had his 60th birthday but his partner didn't really put much together for him as they were dealing with quite a bit medically.
The solution presented by a room mate of mine, there are two room mates, was to combine the parties, make it a surprise and invite the birthday boy and his partner who was in the know.
DONE! not so fast. As I took control of planning, since nobody else was there to do so, my boyfriend, who was 70 miles away for work, began to take issue with nearly every aspect of how I planned the party all the way down to how to present the "Surprise!" moment.
First my boyfriend claimed that I was hurting the birthday boy's partner's feelings by taking over the planning. Well, in speaking to the birthday boy's partner I found that he did not feel slighted at all and that he was very appreciative of our efforts. Then my boyfriend claimed I wouldn't listen to his suggestions because I wanted the attention or planning the party when in actuality his suggestions were frankly not that good and were coming from a different angle. His suggestions were all about removing the Surprise element and I wanted to pull more of a magical surprise moment.
Then after telling him I had it under control, and even after taking some of his suggestions, he began to rail on the fact that the house would not be spotless when he got home this Friday afternoon. The Party? That's on Sunday. The mess? Created by myself and 2 room mates living there. One room mate is home all day ( he is older and a slow mover), one room mate has an erratic schedule as a contractor, and I work 9-5. I planned on, if nobody helped me, cleaning the house Friday night and Saturday Morning.
Why didn't I clean during the week when I got home? Because my boyfriend had me working for him and his website on Tuesday and Thursday night. That left me Monday night and Wednesday night and both night to find decorations for the B-day party and regular party. On top of the fact that my older, slower room mate needed dinner and I usually make sure he is taken care of.
The point is that, after all my work, effort and stress he still likes to argue, find fault and make me feel an inch tall for giving my best shot at anything.
I am sad, angry, depressed and tired of feeling my heart racing at the thought of being around him. I want things to be better but he is a constant source of negative energy and exudes anger and frustration and guilt.
I am becoming tired
What do I do? If I am in the wrong LET ME KNOW!
He was the reason I came out. He was my world. Now, my stomach turns every time he returns from working about 70 miles away from me during the week.
We both have a bit of A type in us but, I know this sounds a little cliché, I am the more passive one. In short I'm the power bottom and I'm fine with that.
Our relationship has always been work as he is a self admitted bitch and grew up in a broken Jewish/Catholic household that was heavy on criticism and guilt. A perfectionist that does not know the meaning of break, he is a relentless criticizer, bitcher, and slave driver.
The straw that is breaking the camel's back is this: We are having a get together this weekend and suddenly heard through the grapevine that a friend of ours just had his 60th birthday but his partner didn't really put much together for him as they were dealing with quite a bit medically.
The solution presented by a room mate of mine, there are two room mates, was to combine the parties, make it a surprise and invite the birthday boy and his partner who was in the know.
DONE! not so fast. As I took control of planning, since nobody else was there to do so, my boyfriend, who was 70 miles away for work, began to take issue with nearly every aspect of how I planned the party all the way down to how to present the "Surprise!" moment.
First my boyfriend claimed that I was hurting the birthday boy's partner's feelings by taking over the planning. Well, in speaking to the birthday boy's partner I found that he did not feel slighted at all and that he was very appreciative of our efforts. Then my boyfriend claimed I wouldn't listen to his suggestions because I wanted the attention or planning the party when in actuality his suggestions were frankly not that good and were coming from a different angle. His suggestions were all about removing the Surprise element and I wanted to pull more of a magical surprise moment.
Then after telling him I had it under control, and even after taking some of his suggestions, he began to rail on the fact that the house would not be spotless when he got home this Friday afternoon. The Party? That's on Sunday. The mess? Created by myself and 2 room mates living there. One room mate is home all day ( he is older and a slow mover), one room mate has an erratic schedule as a contractor, and I work 9-5. I planned on, if nobody helped me, cleaning the house Friday night and Saturday Morning.
Why didn't I clean during the week when I got home? Because my boyfriend had me working for him and his website on Tuesday and Thursday night. That left me Monday night and Wednesday night and both night to find decorations for the B-day party and regular party. On top of the fact that my older, slower room mate needed dinner and I usually make sure he is taken care of.
The point is that, after all my work, effort and stress he still likes to argue, find fault and make me feel an inch tall for giving my best shot at anything.
I am sad, angry, depressed and tired of feeling my heart racing at the thought of being around him. I want things to be better but he is a constant source of negative energy and exudes anger and frustration and guilt.
I am becoming tired
What do I do? If I am in the wrong LET ME KNOW!










