I’m a 34-year-old straight
woman living with a 32-year-old straight man. His daughter is
2, and I am the only mother she has ever known. (Her real mother is a
crack whore somewhere.) My boyfriend tells me he loves me, but it
doesn’t feel like he wants to spend any time with me. I pay the rent
and am the only person in our household with a full-time job. When I
get home, I want to relax. He wants to go out because he has been
sitting at home all day. If he hasn’t been at home, he has been running
around with his friends. This pisses me off, and I am not afraid to
tell him so. His response? “You’re just jealous because you have to
work!” Damn right I’m jealous! Also, I do all the cooking and don’t get
any help with cleanup or housework.
Other factors include my 13-year-old...