I just celebrated my first Valentine’s Day with my boyfriend of 8 months. I was very excited leading up to it, because I’m 25 and never had a boyfriend to celebrate Valentine’s Day but now I want to break up with him.
I’m a big romantic girly girl. I like romance movies, love poems, public displays of affection (nothing graphic, just stuff like holding hands and kisses on the cheek), romantic dinners, and affirming words. Red roses are my favorite flower. All I wanted was a bouquet like the ones my dad gets my mom every year. My boyfriend knows this, but if he doesn’t like or care about something then he thinks nobody else shouldn’t either.
If I try to hold his hand or kiss his cheek, he pulls away and tells me to wait until we get home. I can count the number of times he’s called me beautiful on one hand. He likes to act like a jerk because he thinks my reactions are funny.
He got me some daisies and made a big stink about never getting me flowers again because he thinks they’re stupid. He got me dark chocolate bars and I don’t like dark chocolate. One of them had a love poem printed inside the wrapper. I thought it was sweet until he said he regretted buying that one.
We watched tv for a few hours instead of getting intimate, but I’m honestly fine with that because he’s terrible in bed. His idea of foreplay is squeezing my boobs so hard that they bruise.
And if that wasn’t enough, he still hasn’t told his family about me. We’ve been exclusive for 8 months, he has met my parents, and all his family know is that he’s “talking to some girl.” I found out because he invited me along to pass his parents something but told me to stay in the car. He didn’t want his parents to see me, but sure enough, they saw me sitting in the front seat because they’re not idiots!!! But I guess I am for staying with him for so long.
He couldn’t stop being a belligerent a-hole for one day. I can’t do this anymore. If he doesn’t want anyone to know we’re dating, then I guess we don’t need to be dating. I’m done.
EDIT: Wow. I did not expect this to blow up like it did. I’m reading through all the comments and want to thank everyone for their kindness and reassurance.
A lot of ya’ll are asking why I’m even with him, so I figured putting it in an edit would be easiest – I started dating him because his personality was completely different. He was sweet very affectionate with me, if a little shy. He was so eager to become exclusive, claimed to agree with every value I had, and was the first one to say “I love you.” It’s like his personality slowly started to change (or I guess the mask was slowly pulled away) after I fell in love too. I figured work was stressing him out and things would eventually get better. And they are getting better, for me at least because I’m breaking up with him. I don’t need a man, and I don’t want one who doesn’t make my life better.