Lexxa wrote:
I've just returned home from a mentally grueling job to see that the other person didn't even have the courtesy to take their dirty dishes to the kitchen, it wears on you as the years go by. Weekly discussions about things needing to change seemingly just went over their head so I finally said enough is enough one day and told them I was moving on and they had X number of days to find a place to live because I terminated the lease. The real kicker is that the only reason I even agreed to live together in the first place was because we agreed things would be easier financially if we split the living expenses since Seattle isn't exactly a cheap place to live. Joke was on me clearly.
I have no qualms being the one making the higher income in a relationship, but I refuse to end up the sole provider again. Admittedly the experience has left me jaded in regards to sharing a living space with someone else. I imagine someday I'll take that leap again with someone who has a proven track record of living independently, but for the time being I'm very content living solo and providing for just myself and my dog lol.
Eh, damn, i'm sorry. i feel you. i had a similar experience that admittedly left a pretty deep mark. i supported a person (married) for 31 years. We entered relationship when we were both very young, had a conservative religious background where the woman tended the home fires and the man slayed dragons. The first half of that was perfectly reasonable to me when we had kids at home, and we were home schooling. She did an awesome job teaching them, both got full scholarships to university based on their SAT scores. Once they left (each at age 17) i queried if she'd like to go to school, start a business, whatever. we had discussions where i tried to explain that i'd been working full time jobs since i was 16 and wanted to be able to have more choices myself. i was in executive management and was also running a business flipping houses on the side. i worked to get to a place where i'd be able to go to school, but couldn't do it alone.
When i got beyond my religious beliefs and accepted being gay, she asked for a divorce. The kicker is, she got everything, which was close to a 1m dollar estate. It represented a lifetime of work for me. It was either that, or pay alimony to her the rest of her life. The courts don't want to have to support a person, so the burden fell to me. She admitted to me that it wasn't fair, but she was used to being taken care of and was afraid to be on her own. i even held off on getting officially divorced for 15 months so i could provide her with health insurance that cost me 1150 a month. The courts reasoned since i was making money as an executive, i'd always be able to, and she with no experience would not be able to maintain the life she was accustomed to. Two years after we parted, i lost my executive job during the economic downturn of 2008-10. i had never gotten a degree because i was supporting a family and had just managed to work my way up the ladder. The type of job i did required a masters degree in business to replace. i applied to over 150 companies, and contrary to her and the courts reasoning, i was not able to get another similar job. McDonalds wouldn't even hire me as a manager lol. i ended up going to schoo, totally starting over at age 54 and getting a BSN, wracking up 80k in school loans at the same time. i'm fine and no one has ever taken care of me, not during that process, before or after. i don't expect it, even though it has been hard as hell. It's never occurred to me to expect or ask someone to provide for me, and i have the Disney channel at $7 a month for entertainment.
It's really weird, i loved and love this person, it just didn't work me being gay and lost my religion, she was straight and very religious. She still, probably, to this day thinks it's the mans place to provide, so i think that's partly how she rationalized taking everything. And even when i was providing everything, i didn't so much mind that as the expectation that it was somehow my job or duty to do it. To me, that hurt almost as much as the actual doing.
i find myself in a similar position to yours. i'd love to have a person in bed next to me, someone to eat and talk with, to share trips with, to know and be known by, i cannot imagine ever doing to someone what was done to me. As much as i'd love to have someone in my life, i don't want to have a paid 'lover,' and honestly, that's what it feels like with some people. Their love only lasts as long as i'm providing? i'd rather be alone, the first time almost destroyed me.