What really happened was I wanted to talk about all the issues we've been having in our relationship for ~8 months that I've been bringing up over and over again. He chose to ignore my questions and texts and invited his friends over for video games all night.Warning: Possible intense/opinionated/defensive statement, read with a clear mind.
To be fair, anyone who breaks up with you on your birthday isn't someone you'd want back anyway. Not to rub salt in the wound now...but seriously, what a dickhead. They could have waited at least a week or something so you could enjoy your one day of the year that celebrates you. I'm glad that (after the healing is over) you'll be able to find someone who values you, your time, and your life much more than that asswipe of a human being.
There have been so many problems in this relationship. The sex is so bad it's almost funny. The communication is almost nonexistent. I feel like I'm a third wheel to his brother or whatever friend he has over. He doesn't take care of his diabetes and nearly dies all the time. I hate feeling like his nurse, parent, dietician, sex doll, etc. and he wouldn't listen to me or talk to me and wanted to pretend everything is fine.
He has been freaking me out with how much denial he is in, so I have no healthy choice but to move back in with my parents. Even though we JUST got a duplex less than a month ago, and I'm on the lease.
And I am really going to miss that hedgehog. Scooter is a good boy, and I bonded with him.