I met my boyfriend 8 months ago. Like most love stories everything seemed great. We moving got a house together, got a dog, and the whole nine yards. At first I did not mind the absolute mess. I liked that fact that he needed me.. to cook, clean, and you know be the woman of the house..... Well I guess the new has worn off, and his dirty dishes and nasty cloths everywhere are not sexy or fun anymore. ...
When we met he told me that he was depressed, and that was why his apartment was so trashed.... So 30 loads of cloths later I was happy again. Now he is not the only one that is not perfect, when I met him I was doing butrinal, it is very similar to G. Not good stuff, so I quit for him. It took me a few weeks, but I stopped completely.
"Ninja" (we will call him to hide all real identities) has a good job and he works very hard, I haven't been working since I injured my ankle in 2010. Have 5 pins 2 plates and 2 screws in it. So I the deal was when I moved in was that I buy the groceries, and keep the house clean. I get 200.00 a moth for food stamps. And trust me this house is 99.9% of the time clean. He ALWAYS HAS CLEAN CLOTHS, CLEAN DISHES, HIS HOUSE IS CLEAN, FOOD COOKED, AND HAS NO NEED TO WONDER IN THE "NINJA" DEPARTMENT.
couple months go by all is good then, a rift..... here and there... but still in-love with my baby. He was always showing me love, long talks, kissing me (good kisses), holding my hand when we were out, giving me compliments, etc, You know all the things that make your man stand out from rest. The whole reason I fell in love in the first place. It now feels like I am more his maid, and hooker than his partner in life, or girlfriend.
Don't get me wrong "ninja" (his nickname from me) is far from a bad guy. He does have some rather disgusting habits such as... leaving the toilet seat up, not putting his dirty cloths in the hamper, not cleaning ANYTHING up after himself, as well as some gross things that I care not to mention here....But now that I have stepped up (being O.C.D) and done it he now has only gotten worse. I put a laundry hamper right beside his bed where he asked me to... and yep clothes end up 6 inches to the left, leaves wet towels all over the bed, the floor it doesn't matter... the maid will get..
I try to approach him about these issues and he says "yes you have a lot to work on".... I admit I can be a brat and *****y, but i love this man and always make sure he knows that. Why the flip can he not at least admit his wrong doing?