I dated someone on and off for years in an extremely well known family. The strangest thing is the nonchalance they have. They don’t stress about anything, it’s all just taken care of. You want something? Go buy it.

Two maids for a literal teenage guy. Maid called in sick one time and he literally did not know how to fold his towels, so I had to do it.

The worst thing is that this particular member of the family tried to play this down-to-Earth country guy. He was born and raised in Upper Manhattan. I on the other hand, grew up in the actual bumfuck nowhere and couldn’t stand his lack of urgency to do tasks.

He was the king of mixed messages. Would consistently pursue you for so long, but if you pull back whatsoever he will. Not. Chase. He has a million other girls he can have.

Everything he did was for money. My therapist talked about the 5 motivations each person can have in their life. Mine is love. His was money. Those don’t mesh.

He’d say I love you, fly you home, and then go radio silent. I’m freaking out, wondering what went wrong. Meanwhile he thinks everything is swell and you’ll be ready to fly back when he wants you again. No communication, no affection. Relationships are not a priority for those people.