King mushrooms w teriyaki and berries. 

We’re long distance (2hrs) and I do most of the traveling. He says it’s because I have a car and he doesn’t. So I started taking the bus and still no uptick in visits from him. 

He’s allergic to my kitties and I told him early in the relationship they are my family and will come first before a man. He said he’d get cat allergy shots and never did. 

I bought him tickets to Ireland for Christmas and booked us a Michelin tasting menu. Once we got there I got horribly sick from an oyster I ate 3 hrs before our reservation. That was like my personal hell scenario lmaoo I booked the reservation 3 months ago and couldn’t try it and had to leave. I told him to stay and take pictures and give me descriptions. He asked the waiter if this was a test and I was like bro he’s doing his job don’t ask the waiter that. Obviously made the waiter incredibly uncomfortable. 

My taxi came and he went back with me to the cottage and I’m shitting every 20 mins. The heat in the cottage only kicks in if the wood burner is blazing. I asked him to tend to the fire while I’m dying. MF RUINED MY FLAME LMAO. It went out, I tell him how to fix it, he says I’m micromanaging. 

Eventually I am like go to the pub bro. This was a manipulation tactic so I could fix the fire. I’m dying and cold and he’s having some macho man thing where he is in charge of the fire and won’t let me fix it. He eventually goes to the pub, says he’ll be gone for 2 drinks and doesn’t come back for 4 more hours. I fix the fire myself and finally get some sleep. He comes in drunk asf and pours my pretzels on the floor. The only thing I can keep down 😭 it was an accident but I’m thinking, “this mf can’t do anything right.” 

I wake up next day and ask him to run across the street to get me soup. He says in a min. Girl…. It was an hour later and I finally go myself just sweating bullets cuz I’m still detoxing the oyster. 

I have to plan everything for some reason and I get us a taxi to get to the train to get back to Dublin for our flight home. I’m nauseous but not actively shitting myself anymore. Dripping sweat still. We get to the train station and my dumbass forgot my purse.  We get a new cab driver and he’s like nooo prob and takes us back to the cottage. 

We have 15 mins to pull this off before the train leaves. Well the fucking cottage doesn’t have a direct drop off so we have to be dropped off at the grocery across the street. He runs out to unlock the cottage and go get my purse. The taxi guy is this sweet old Irish man and very sympathetic to the situation. He says the traffic up by the grocery store exit will make us miss our train. But he will do a u turn up the road on the busier road we cross by foot to get to the cottage. My bf left his phone and backpack in the cab and I’m too weak to carry all our stuff just to cross the road to wave him down to tell him to stay put. And the taxi driver will just pick us up on the busy road so we can catch our train. I hop out leaving our stuff in the car and the taxi driver goes up the road to turn around while I cross the busy road on foot. He sees that I don’t have our stuff and starts screaming at me. “What are you fucking stupid??? Why the fuck would you leave our stuff.” I said, “Don’t fucking speak to me like that.” 

10 seconds later the old taxi driver pulls up on the sidewalk of the busy road and we skip all the traffic and make our train. I can’t help it and I start crying in the cab. Then I cried on the train too and he’s like, “I’m sorry for yelling but you don’t take responsibility for what you did.” IDGAF I’d do it again tbh. I don’t care if I’m stupid. I trusted the taxi man’s vibe and it all worked out. Yes, it was risky but idc. He literally had a meter running and still needed to be paid. It made no sense for him to steal our stuff. We were in a small town in Ireland not NYC it was a sweet old man who was very kind. 

We have the best sex I’ve ever had in my life but I lowkey hate him now. I worry if I’m just bipolar. He’s lazy and won’t go to the gym w me and blames getting fat on my cooking. And he totally picks his nose and eats it when no one is looking. Idk what to do lmao. I thought I’d be w someone more successful. I help find people in his career for him to connect with but he never reached out. His parents are rich and he doesn’t have to worry about bills. I work very hard for my money. I do love him. But now I just replay how mean he was to me in Ireland on repeat. He apologized but idk. 


I can’t decide to break up with my bf