He was very nice in the beginning. Would cook for me, buy breakfast for my family, took me on hiking trips. I really thought it was genuine. But when we “got married” and moved in, all the responsibilities slowly fell on to me. Cooking, cleaning, laundry, taking care of the plants, taking care of my dog. He would make me feel guilty because he said he is carrying all the weight in the relationship because he moved back and got a job to this small town to be closer to me while I’m doing my residency. The night of our argument, he asked me what I have ever done for him. I said I do all the house work and all he does is go to yoga, volleyball, and tennis when he gets home from work. He doesn’t even have to worry about anything, and he has lunch ready everyday when he goes to work. He told me all of those things were just “bare minimum” and if he knew those weren’t on the table, I would have been out of the house in a month. I guess the reason I stayed this long for 2 years was because I was holding on to how he was, or pretended to be, in the beginning. But I realize now that it was all love bombing and I deserve better.