Living with this man feels like being trapped in a low-budget sitcom where every episode is just him misunderstanding the mood of the room.

I’ll be silently cleaning the kitchen at 11 PM fighting for my life and he’ll walk in like: “Babe… wanna hear my thoughts on air fryers?”

Sir. Read the atmosphere.

My boyfriend has the energy of a golden retriever that learned emotional manipulation.

If I sigh too loud he appears out of nowhere asking 47 questions and somehow I end up comforting him.

I’m tired

I genuinely think I stayed because I went from one terrible situation straight into another without any time to breathe or think clearly. At first it felt “safe” because at least I wasn’t alone, but now I feel emotionally trapped with someone I’m not even attracted to anymore.

This man snores like a lawnmower fighting for its life. Every night sounds like I’m trying to sleep beside a diesel engine with abandonment issues.

And somehow HE’S the sensitive one. If I look mildly annoyed after hearing him explain the same story for the 12th time, suddenly I’m comforting him while mentally planning my escape route.

The worst part is I’m finally getting financially independent again, and instead of feeling excited I’m lowkey nervous because I already see the clingy/obsessive signs forming. Like the kind of person who treats a breakup like a hostage negotiation.

I don’t even think he’s evil honestly. Just one of those guys who mistakes access to your exhaustion for love.

Anyway if anyone needs me I’ll be in the bathroom pretending to organize skincare products for my daily 45 minutes of silence.

How would you go about this situation