Me and my boyfriend live together and have done for some months now. We are both in our 30s.
I love that man to death but every week I get closer and closer to walking out of my own house. It's like living with a 14 year old boy.
And I do adore him, but I should not have to ask for 3 days running for someone to take the fuckin trash out when I've got septic tonsillitis and am on so many pain killers, antibiotics, and steroids, I can barely stand.










