I broke up with my boyfriend 2 months ago and made the fatal mistake of letting him stay here even though against my better judgement I knew it wasn’t the right thing to do.
I did it for a couple of reasons really a) I will have next to nothing when he goes as my wages barely cover the rent, bills and so on b) I felt sorry for him because I knew he had no where decent to go and it made me feel guilty.
Sadly I have been down this road before, but again i did not listen to my intuition then either. I knew deep down that it wasn’t a good idea I just let my worries about money and ‘how will I cope’ get the better of me. So now 2 months down the road I have had enough. Enough of the bad feeling, frustration and negativity. We have both tried hard but it isn’t working – no surprises there then Paula!
So he’s gone. I had enough and I am not going to say it was a civilised affair because it wasn’t. How can it be when one is sober and one is half cut? I shout – which I hate doing – and I throw him out.
He’s gone, but his stuff is still here, wish I could just magic it out of here so I never have to deal with this again. But I have to, this is it isn’t it. I am rubbish at dealing with situations where confrontation is involved. And I will. Tonight.
He wants to stay one more night and I say yes (I am a sap)… he’ll have to find his bed though under his clothes, suitcase and all his worldly possessions.
You see I can’t be that mean. Although he does have somewhere to go, his mums – always his mums.
I no longer want to fix you. It’s your life too and i am not responsible for it. One night and that is it.