I'm kinda reading something like:

"I adore my boyfriend. He's the only one that was there when I felt bad. Gooood, I love this guy... but in the evening, before bedtime, he always wants a cup of chocolate milk.... AAARGH!! chocolate milk!! He's 30 y old, and that's really something for kids. I see no other option but to leave him."

And now for the other side of the story:
When I turned 18, I had a GF that I reeeaaally loved. She wanted me to stop smoking pot. I told her "I really love you, but you know, this spliff ain't hurting nobody, and if you can't love me when I have fun, maybe we're not made for each other.". 3 months later, she broke up with me. 5 months after that, I was in treatment for psychosis, a drug habit and what would later turn out to be manic depression.

Hmmm... guess if I had a time machine, I'd go back to my 18th birthday, and say "k, honey, whatever you want..."