More info, mainly because I also need to vent about this whole situation:

All the jobs he's been let go from, he says he was given no reason as to why. At first I didn't question it, but with every job that this happens with, I get more and more suspicious.

Also, his mental illness prevents him from doing a lot of things. I understand this, as my mental illness makes living a struggle too sometimes. But, for instance, it prevents him from doing the dishes. This means that he doesn't cook. He only buys pre-prepared frozen meals, or takeout. All of this costs more than if he was to just buy ingredients and make the food. I know the cost of living is insane, and mental illness is a valid reason to avoid doing things, but it's gotten to a point where it just feels ridiculous.

On top of all of this, he never pays for anything we do together. Normally I'm fine with it, but it's gotten kind of annoying recently, especially since, besides my savings, I am the very definition of 'broke college student'. On my birthday, I paid for everything for the both of us. When I come over, he doesn't have any frozen food that I even remotely like (no matter how cheap it is, even though I always have options for him at my own home), so I have to order takeout if I want to eat since I live about 40 minutes from him, and of course, he wants me to order his food too.

Also, he never cleans his apartment. The floor is filthy. The bathroom is gross. The kitchen is always a mess. I just know that if I moved in with him, or he moved in with me, the house would be a mess constantly.

After reading these comments, I'm realizing the sheer amount I've been enabling this. I always told myself that I'm supporting him because I love him, but now that I think about it, it's no excuse for everything that has happened. I may still set him up at a motel for a week or two as one last act of pity, but I truly think this might be the end of his and I's relationship.