Joel was a sweet guy and the love of my life. We had met at a food festival with some friends and had been close ever since. We had an amazing relationship and I could see myself being married to him. Joel was from the southern end of the state and had recently moved a few hours north. Only he and a cousin were here, so my family always made an effort to include him in everything we did. He was like family to them.
One day, Joel sits down with me and starts telling me about how his family is having a little financial trouble and are considering relocating up our way for better opportunities. By “thinking about relocating” he must have meant that they had already packed and were on their way because that weekend his dad, mother, sisters and his sister’s baby were all crammed into our 2 bedroom apartment. I felt like he had known about this for a lot longer than he led on and had agreed to let them stay with us without so much as mentioning it to me. Now what was once my space that I loved, the place that I would come home to and release all of the day’s stresses was full of his family and lots of tension. His dad wasn’t a fan of mine because he felt that I had been the reason his son had decided to stay up north (even though he had already made that decision before we met). He thought that I was trying to take his son away from his family. He made it obvious that he didn’t want me around. He would do really immature things, like asking the family to go out and calling each of them by name but purposefully skipping over me, even if I was sitting in the same room. He made dinners that he served before I got off. Whenever Joel and I wanted to spend time together he would start whining about needing to spend time with Joel or there would be some urgent matter that he needed Joel’s help with. My family made so many efforts to get to know Joel’s parents, but they just weren’t interested. My mother’s 50th birthday was coming up and my father was throwing a huge party. I told Joel to invite his family, but he said they probably wouldn’t have the time. The day of the party, Joel was very moody and kept snapping at me. About an hour before we were set to leave, Joel hops in bed in his underwear. I told him that he should start getting ready and he just exploded. He screamed that he wasn’t going, he was tired of being pushed around by me and my family, and that he should be focused on his family and not me. He dumped me right there in his underwear. I couldn’t believe it, but then when I heard his father say “See, I told you you would feel better.” I was pissed, but I refused to stoop to his level and if Joel was weak enough to let his dad force him into dumping me, then I wanted nothing to do with him either.