Sorry in advance, this story has two parts to it, and I’m not entirely sure the best way to tell it, so I’ll start with his mom. I (25F) and my ex boyfriend (25M) were together for 3 years. From the beginning, I got a weird vibe from his mom.
Some context, his father died tragically when he was a young boy, and so it was just him, his mom, and his younger sister growing up until his mother remarried. We started off long distance, and after our first trip seeing each other, his mom asked him to tell her about our s__ life and what my vagina looked like. Gross, but maybe they just have a close relationship.
After our second trip, he was rolling out his leg muscles on one of those foam rollers, belly down, and his mom commented on how good he’d look doing that in bed. Next, I invited my brand new friend and her boyfriend over to his mom’s house for Thanksgiving, as I wasn’t able to be home with my family for it. At the dinner table, upon her first meeting of these new friends, she begins to talk about how big and nice she imagines her son’s d__k to me.
I think the final nail in the coffin though was following a period of s__ual drought, for reasons I will touch on next in the post. She sat me down alone, outside, and said that her son had been talking to her about how I haven’t been ‘s__ually pleasing him enough’ lately. He and her came to the conclusion it was probably a side effect of the medication I was on impacting my s__ drive, and I should get off of it.
I was SHOCKED that this woman really prioritized her son’s s__ life over my physical health. Even the fact alone that I found out they were talking about it together disgusted me. I don’t think it’s normal for adult men to talk to their mothers about their s__ lives in that much detail, but maybe I’m wrong.
Regardless, that fucked me up. I was so upset about this conversation, that I decided to go cold turkey off my medication to see if that helped my s__ drive, but all it did was make me HORRIFICALLY sick, so I started taking them again. I went to therapy and psychiatry for a YEAR trying to figure out if I could change the fact I was so disgusted by my boyfriend I couldn’t even kiss him anymore.
We went a year without even kissing. And what was the main reason I started getting icked out by him? This is a whole different story, but I’ll make it short.
He left his poop in the toilet every. Single. Day.
And I would ask him, EVERY day, to clean up after himself. Most of the times he would flush, although sometimes he wouldn’t even do that, but it was mostly left smeared inside the bowl. I’m not talking about a little smudge left behind, it was as though he was a child smearing mud against a wall.
It smelled. It was disgusting to look at. And we only had one bathroom in our apartment.
He refused to clean up after himself because he said it was a waste of toilet cleaner if he had to do it every single day. I said I didn’t care if he thought it was a waste, it disgusted me that me and any guests we had over had to walk in and see that. It turned me off him so much, I was disgusted looking at him because all I could imagine was his poop.
So, with the combination of this turning me off, his mom obsessed with his s__ life, and a full year without intimacy, I had to call it off. Supposedly though, he was about to propose and didn’t even see it coming. Was I the a__hole for ending our 3 year relationship over his mom and his poop?
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