I dated my ex-boyfriend Marcello for a year. We met over the summer at the beach. He was with friends, I was with friends, and we all ended up hanging out that entire day together. The whole group had a great time, walking the pier and riding rides. But the whole time I had my eyes on Marcello and he seemed like he was really into me. We hung out a bunch after that day, until one day he said that we needed to stop playing around and “get serious about this thing between us.” I met his parents and we all clicked; he and his mother were so cute together. I could tell that he was a bit of a momma a boy and I thought that it was sweet. Marcello told me that his dad wasn’t the emotional type, and never really expressed how he felt about Marcello, so mom tried to overcompensate for it by showering him in her love. As the year passed, Marcello and I grew really close. We didn’t want to rush things, but there was the occasional conversation about moving in together or taking the next big step. We were happy where we were.
A bunch of us decided to rent a house about 3 hours away, right on the beach. There were going to be 8 of us and we were going to have the most amazing summer ever! Of course Marcello and I were going to be in a room together, and the other rooms were split up between other couples and friends. I think I have never been more excited than I was in the days leading up to us heading out. My love, good friends, the beach and a carefree summer!
When we got there, the first thing Marcello did was lay down and say that he needed a nap. He asked if I could unpack his stuff while he slept. Umm…okay, sure. No problem…. I spent the next 2 hours unpacking and organizing all of his belongings. When he woke up, he said that the room was hot and asked for a bottle of water. Then he just started complaining left and right about little things, like his shirts not be color-coded properly. I was beyond annoyed, but I just let it go and went outside with some of the girls. Dinner time came around and we all gathered to eat. First thing Marcello does is hands me a plate and tells me to make it for him. I honestly thought he was joking, but no he really expected me to prepare his plate for him. This kind of behavior continued and only seemed to get worse as the days passed. We would have a great time when we were out. He was affectionate and fun, and was spoiling me with little gifts here and there. But when we got back home, it’s like he turned into a 6 year old little boy, whining for me to do everything for him and pouting if he didn’t get what his way. We weren’t even half way through the summer and I had already had enough of Marcello.
My being constantly annoyed by Marcello and all of his demands started to ruin my summer. I skipped activities and hung out in town alone, just so that I didn’t have to deal with him. Sometimes I disliked him so much that I actually felt guilty for it. But he would turn right around and ask me to clean up a mess he made or get a stain from his shirt, without so much as a thank you. One night, we were talking and I let it all my feelings out. I expected him to be understanding and for us to reach some sort of compromise. Instead, he said that it was my job as his girlfriend to take care of him just like his mother and if I wasn’t woman enough to do it, I should step aside. We got into a huge blowout and he says that he thinks it’s time to go our separate ways once we get back home but until then we are “together, but not together.” Whatever that means. The whole summer ended up being one of the worst in my life!