dump! his! ass!
COVID-19 made me realize I am dating a man-child. We reached our two-year anniversary during quarantine and I don't even care. The constant picking up after him and watching him get high and sleep till noon makes me question if this is someone I want to be with forever. I'm tired and bored and I hate him for making me become a nagger. I don't understand why I have to teach him responsibility and ownership.
time for tea
Hey Meg,
So here is the tea. Moved in with my boyfriends parents 6 months ago. It is an absolutely hugeeee 9/10 bedroom house with a completely self contained flat at the top of the house that me and him live in. Soo they are millionaires, I am not. Before living there I was in a normal but smallish 2 bedroom house with my mum where we share just the one toilet (context for later). My mum is in her late 60s and is a carer for old people. So they have loads of extra space for self isolating if the need arises. They have the self contained flat at the top, a garage which is converted into offices and is the size of a small house and I'm pretty sure they have a couple of empty flats floating around London. Now they have his nan staying who to be fair is old and at high risk and is staying in one of the bedrooms in the main house. So, I accidentally got exposed due to work with the nhs. I went into a facility which has a coronavirus confirmed patient, who was locked up in another room. Went straight in, didn't touch anything and then straight out when I was told. Obv then profusely washed my hands. So, low and behold I am told that I cannot self isolate in the self contained flat at the top of the house or anywhere else that they own incase I give it to the nan, so I have to move back in with my mum. Now, I would understand this if this is a normal house. But it is a hugeeee mansion with a self contained flat, which I am meant to live and other resources on the grounds where I could stay too. But no, I was forced to move back in with my poor mum where it would be very difficult to completely isolate myself. I was told that it was nothing personal. So I have gotten out of that relationship straighttt away, don't need that every man for themselves attitude from a potential future husband!
Xoxo
Heartbroken nhs worker
driver roll up the partition please
My girlfriend (or ex now) of 2 years, whom I’ve supported through unemployment, depression, and a myriad of other self esteem issues, is an individual somewhat thrives on chaos. She starts and stops her medication and dosage haphazardly, says hurtful things which I always forgive. No question that I have been extremely patient and accommodating with no complaints.
But the first two weeks of quarantine seemed to be too much for her. The boredom made her find problems in her life and our relationship that do not exist. She woke up last Tuesday and broke up with me, with the assumption that we could partition our one bedroom apartment and cohabitate through the quarantine. I said hell no and kicked her out. Am I wrong?
testing 1, 2, 3
I’m quarantining alone. Yesterday my symptoms came back and two drs diagnosed COVID 19, by virtual appt. My boyfriend said, “you need to get tested.” I said, “you need to go and get tested, tell nurses you were exposed .” “Why should I go when you are sick?” When you are lonely and fear overtakes you, the message changes.
equal rights
A couple of nights ago I cooked dinner then we settled down after on the couch. He had eaten a stick icecream and then couldn't be bothered to get up and get another one, so asked me to. I was like, "Can't you?" Then he said I had some lint in my hair. I asked him to brush it out and he said no because i wouldn't get up to get him an ice cream. Which sparked an argument that lasted all night where we didn't talk to each other til the next morning.
together forever one week, broken up the next
Two weeks before the coronavirus started to take over the city, I sat with my boyfriend. He told me he had never been more secure in a relationship and was so happy with us. I agreed.
Just as I began to take the pandemic seriously, I received a call from my boyfriend of a year and a half. He was upset, sick (he had been in the hospital due to Coronavirus symptoms but he tested negative), and doubting our relationship. The health scare made him question if he wanted to be with me long term. After some tears, I asked if he wanted me to come up for the weekend (He lives in upstate New York and I live in NYC and he originally told me he did not want me up there). He said yes through tears as he did not want to be alone.
For the next week, we stayed together at his place switching between having fun and crying our way through intense conversations about our relationship. He had always pictured himself being with someone else in the long run, wanted the freedom to do so, and no longer believed he was in love with me. But we talked and talked and promised we would go to couples counseling or try and figure things out. Neither of us wanted to lose each other. The plan was that I would stay through the pandemic as I no longer could go into work.
Sunday morning I wake up to a pat on my back. I sit up and he is sitting there, fully dressed. "We need to break up," he says. He continued to say that there was nothing we could do. He puts me on a bus to NYC and tells me I'll be ok which only made me feel less ok.
So now here I am in the thick of the pandemic, stuck in quarantine. I've lost my best friend and now all I have are bottles of wine and a consuming sadness. I'm having so much fun!!
together apart
My boyfriend of a year and I have been discussing whether to take the next step (whatever that may look like) or to end our relationship. I'd like for us to stay together, but he has some things he'd like to resolve and feels as though he needs to be on his own to do so. We've been talking about this for a while, but our conversations have continually been sidelined by COVID-19 in its different stages. In a way, we were already socially distancing from one another, but now it's enforced. We live separately. I'm working from home, while he's in healthcare, surrounded by people. We agreed to not text or FaceTime for a few days while sorting through our thoughts and feelings. We planned to meet tomorrow at a park (distanced, of course) where the fate of our relationship would most likely be determined. But today, the city issued a stay at home emergency order. As of right now, we're still together, but not really.
radical acceptance
Last week, my roommate's boyfriend got sick with either coronavirus or ongoing hypochondria -- either way I wanted a break from his antics. But, as it turns out, co-dependent relationships don't hold up well in pandemics marked by separation. On Friday night, came the tantrum -- "how could you choose to quarantine with him (me) and not with ME (and my needs)?" I was the other woman, in my own home. The next day, my roommate to disappeared, met up with his boyfriend, and came home with his boyfriend. "I think we need to radically accept that we all share the same germs anyway so it's okay for us to all be together." I was not pleased: "Look, I'm sorry it's hard for you to be alone right now, but what's happening in the world is not about you, it's about everyone's health and safety." The response I received was was an iconic brand of selfishness: "Me being separated from my boyfriend is a threat to my health and safety -- YOU are putting ME at risk." Selfishness is the much more dangerous pandemic and it will be here long after COVID-19. He's currently in our shower.
miss independent
My partner and I moved in to a new house together 3 weeks ago, after dating for 6 months. It's somewhat comforting to see that other couples are struggling to maintain a healthy relationship during this highly stressful time, but we're still both wondering if we made a mistake by moving in together. We argue a lot, usually over stupid things that don't matter.
We both have anxiety under normal circumstances, and the stress of a global pandemic and social distance is weighing on both of us. I feel like this should be the 'honeymoon' phase of our relationship, but it doesn't feel like that at all.
Maybe our conflicts are directly related to stress and social distance. I'm an extrovert and have always been pretty independent; I never imagined we would be spending nearly every waking moment together, and that's been tough.
our house
I feel like gender roles are being re enforced as my husband is going out and working, and I'm homeschooling our 4 kids. As if he could be, he's even more about like, not doing shit that doesn't suit him around here. And he's doing his part, I get it. I'm doing mine. Kids are doing their's. Still. I'm like, when this is over I'm getting a job outside of this house.
love is a waiting game
My boyfriend and I have been struggling for months and it’s been crumbling before my eyes. I keep pushing off the difficult thoughts because I’m grappling my depression. This week things are starting to look up for me but down for him because I’ve finally decided to end it... one day before the statewide mandatory lockdown. We don’t live together but this feels like the cruelest thing to leave him and then have him be alone for three weeks. So instead because I love him I will wait.
training our whole lives for this
In a way, my husband and I have been training for this self quarantine thing for YEARS. We have lived and worked on a boat in the Caribbean for what feels like forever and regularly go weeks without touching land that has anyone else on it. Our superpowers include existing in the same space without actually interacting verbally for hours at a time and agreeing upon what to make for meals with a dwindling fresh food supply. Not to mention I can wear a bikini the whole time and jump in the water if I'm getting stir crazy. Most people we come into contact with think we're nuts for living the way we do, but our time to shine has finally arrived. Bring on the isolation!
just the two of us
First off, I'm finding it hard to believe that being cooped up for 10 days now, my gf has shown no interest in fooling around. Seems like a perfect scenario...we are here alone, quiet and private, and just the 2 of us. Oh well, I suppose she just doesn't have the same drive as I. The kicker here is not only is she abstaining from sex, she is disrupting what could be prime masturbating time.
what a dick
I have been in a situationship with a guy for over a year. As we were leaving uni to go back to our parents house (and so I wouldn’t see him for a while) I told him I was ready to take it to the next level and start dating and build a ‘real’ relationship. He said he would never fall in love with me otherwise it would have happened already. I decided to end things on the spot. So now I’m stuck at home with massive heartache and nothing to do about it. I miss him terribly.
a world apart
So, I’ve been dating this guy for almost three years now. We’re from different countries, so I ended up getting a job in his country, but not in the same city — we take what we can get, right? The only thing is that his job makes him travel quite often, so we basically meet twice a month when we’re lucky. Oh, and he also has troubles to fully express his feelings for me (he loves me, he’s just an autist). But we recently started to become much closer… And then, the apocalypse arrives and everyone is self-quarantined. Now we are both confined apart, in the same country. What the damn hell, universe.
this shit is creepy as fuck.
It's like The Andromeda Strain and John Carpenter's "The Thing" and Close Encounters of the Third Kind all rolled into one.
Close Encounters because "the government" fools all those people into evacuating a whole region and kills animals to terrify the people to get out.
The Andromeda Strain because people are freaking out over who has the virus. Even scientists.
And the intense xenophobia from "The Thing".
she doesn’t just wear make-up for you
My girlfriend and I have been enjoying each other's company during the quarantine. She stopped wearing makeup around me. I love her all the more for it.
breaking dishes
I'm stuck in self-isolation with my parents and my boyfriend for the foreseeable future. I have come to resent the coronavirus, not for the havoc it has wreaked on our daily lives, but rather for STICKING ME WITH THAT FUCKING PRICK FOR ANOTHER COUPLE OF MONTHS. I'm miserable. I've been miserable for a very long time. All I've wanted is my boyfriend out of my home, my life, and my head, but alas, this is no longer possible. I'm coming to hate him more than I've ever hated anybody before. I feel used, I feel abused, and I feel ready to commit some minor felonies.
people are dying, kim
To all the 1% women (and/or the primary household cleaner) that are realizing they will have to clean their house for the first time in 20 years themselves...... Don’t worry you aren’t alone. My mom can’t find the mop. Isn’t even sure we own a mop.