Obviously he’s an “ex boyfriend” now but It started off as just a sleepover for a weekend. Then it turned into a week. Then 7 months later he was technically living with me. A closet with his things, clothes etc, sleeping here every night, eating dinners I cooked, showering, leaving his dirty laundry for me to wash etc.
honestly it was great at first. we went on dates often, great sex on tap, it was like an endless sleepover that kept getting better. In the beginning i didn’t really chat about finances. He paid rent once. And helped with small bills maybe three times. Dates got less frequent as time went on, he was working the whole time, but like most men, terrible with money. My breaking point was losing my job and fearing how I was going to pay rent coming up. Instead of him stepping up, he just kinda gave me the “you got this, you’ll figure it out like you always do” attitude. After that, I kindly sat down with him and said I felt like he was taking advantage of me and that he couldn’t continue to live with me unless he started helping financially.
He apologized a lot and swore things would get better, and he was going to try hard to make a change and do the best to prove to me he wasn’t taking me for granted.
We had a great talk, we cuddled everything was perfect. But i stood firm on the fact that he couldn’t move back in until I saw change and words wouldn’t work anymore.
That was the last time I saw or heard from him.
I called him dozens of times the next day, texted him, and eventually my calls stopped going through.
He ghosted me.
He left behind two trash bags full worth of things, clothes, shoes , paperwork, jewelry, toiletries, etc. I picked through what I liked/wanted then tossed the rest of it in the dumpster.
Anywho thanks for letting me vent i don’t have friends. Here’s my dinner before the gym. Leftover protein smoothie from yesterday, ritz crackers, with pepper jelly and cottage cheese. Dessert in back.