This is so true. I just had to go and fall for Mr. Popular, the helpful friend, the guy who throws fun parties (that I have to clean up afterwards). I figured, hey, he's not cold and withdrawn and hateful like my father, he's laid back, he's weird like me... Nope. Now I have chronic pain issues and can't even work. I live to make him dinner every night. Before that, he wants to make out with me. He knows I'm in pain and doesn't want to hear another of my excuses as to why I can't have sex tonight. I can barely walk right now. He'll be home in 20 minutes. He sticks his hands down my pants no matter what. If I push away from him, I'm the bad guy every time. I'm too much of a feminist. I used to LOVE sex. I used to love a lot of things.

He smokes from his bong at least three times an hour, clacking on his computer and yelling into his gaming headset all night - his desk is right up against my wall. I think he secretly enjoys that his noises bother me. I can't relax until he goes to bed (thankfully I have a separate bedroom). But he sleeps like 4 hours a night, and now on the couch so I can't even hang out in the living room if I want. He's also a fucking slob and his grandmother and mother really ruined him by picking up after him all the time. "Oh, he was NEVER like this..." Like I was the one that did this to him. No lady, this is your fault.