September 25th, 2017
Following a blow job:
I tell him I need to go get some things done.
He starts in and says, “If you're leaving then go now. Did you ship everything?” — a way to get me to stay here so he can leave.
Me: “Not yet.”
“Then why did I print all those labels out? It took 20-25 minutes of my time. You could have just done it today if you're leaving.”
I didn't ask him to print the labels out. I sent him a text that said I HAVE TO PRINT LABELS FOR SHIPPING and pick up a prescription. This was a few minutes after he left. Since he got his way, and was able to leave he said to send the labels and let him know when to pick up the script, followed with “I love you very much.” Today, on September 26th, it's thrown in my face that he did it. That it took time out of his day and I could have just done it myself. Not only did I not get to leave to get anything done, but the thing I needed to get done — printing shipping labels — that he did for me was thrown in my face the next day.
This shit is maddening. If he does not get his way he manipulates, throws tantrums and bullies me.
This evening while talking I mentioned that my Dad is turning 72 because it's his birthday soon. I said, “wow...my dads turning 72.”
"And what does that mean? Did you not know this? Wasn't he 71 last year? You act like you've just come to some realization."
Me - looks at him like he's the asshole that he is.
"Why are you looking at me cross-eyed? I'm done with this conversation"
Me - "I'm not, you don't get to just shut people up when you feel like it"
"Then you can talk to yourself"
I am so fucking stressed out living with this person that I can't breathe. I feel suffocated. He needs to talk to someone while I am living in the other apartment or I will not come back. Drastic, and I mean DRASTIC changes MUST be made.
