Adventures of a Future Psychologist

I don't see this relationship going anyplace, aside from down the toilet.

He's not making me happy anymore. Instead, he's making me dread going to his house, swimming with him and being around him. I can't stand to think that I'll be on vacation in Michigan for a week and a half with him in my mother and brother's houses.

Let me let you in on what's causing this massive decision.

1. Catpan / Dirty room. He's almost 32 and doesn't live alone. He lives with his mom (I can't talk; I live with my grandmother).... but his room is absolutely atrocious. We're talking the following:
- Filthy catpan.... so bad that it is overrun with urine and feces. SO overrun that the cats go on other things. Cat litter all over the bathroom floor. I have warned him about the cats going elsewhere in the room, and he doesn't seem to care. I told him to PLEASE change and clean the pan on Friday, and Saturday, it still was not touched. Could you imagine him with a kid? The thought terrifies me.
- Old food dishes, clothes everyplace. Enough said.
- Pillows.... old, flat, brown and nasty. I had to lay on my sweatshirt on Saturday night.

2. He said two really red-flaggy-type things on Saturday night. I'm NOT a sexual person. I'm pretty much as far from one as you get. I've had things go on in the past that I care not to relive right now. He gets aroused in the pool, he wants me to do things... in the beginning I did a little bit of playing, but now that other things are coming back to haunt me, I simply don't want to be touched in that fashion at all. He looked at me while out to dinner this past Saturday and says, "You have to meet me halfway on this." -- Newsflash, pal.... NO I DON'T. I have control over my body. I also mentioned to him that I only plan to foster and adopt children after I finish school, and he goes last night, "So, are you planning to get a hysterectomy since you're not going to have any kids?" I mean, come on.... WTF?

3. He hands me his check stub (after I just get done telling him that he's better than this low-paying, no-insurance-giving job he's at) on Friday and says, "Here...Admire this!" Admire what? The fact that I technically get paid 200.00 more than you and have insurance because I bettered myself with an education? He gets 412 every two weeks. I get 508 every two weeks after taxes and insurance are taken out. 635 before.

4. I asked him when he was planning to go back to school. He said "I've already gone to school for heavy machinery." It amazes me to think that I'd be with someone who has pretty much a high school education while I'm planning to go all the way through school. I REFUSE to take care of someone who can't afford to attempt to take care of himself.

5. And the kicker? His mother funds our dates. I honestly don't know if she knows or not. I don't like it. It doesn't feel right.

Guys, listen.... I write (I'm working on a book that I plan to get published), I draw, I paint, I create websites.... it's just not a match. I think that he looks at me and sees dollar signs for a future.

"Let me tell you a story about Minnie The Moocher.....she was a real hot hoochie coocher...."

Good night.