I know, I know - yet another I-need-a-hug type of thread, but for me this is much more of a I-just-have-to-vent-to-someone-or-I-am-going-to-go-completely-buggo thread.
Firstly, some history. My girlfriend and I have been going out since April. We started off as flatmates, sharing a house in SW London with 2 other people. We lived together for about 5 months before we started dating. And about 5 months ago we made the big decision to live together properly, so I moved out of my room and we now share a room.
Just to add some stress to an already funky situation, our other flatmate was recently diagnosed with Hodkin’s Lymphoma and has been ungoing chemo, and is one of my GF’s best friends. Oh, and GF was out of work for 7 months, and I was financially and mentally supporting her, to the tune of about $6,000 US loaned over the last 6 months for rent and bills and stuff (most of which has been paid back). She’s now been back working for 2 months, and I am sure that is really stressful to her, as she’s a pretty senior marketing manager. She also broke up with her last boyfriend to be with me. Ok, not just for that reason, but I was definitely part of her decision.
We’ve been on two holidays together - one bumming around England for a week and then sailing across the English Channel for a weekend in Cherbourg, the other for 2 weeks in Croatia. We have also spent long weekends away in Prague and other places. We travel well together, and have a really good time doing so. We also seem to do pretty well most days of the week, and I certainly most of the time enjoy her company.
This is my first time living with a girlfriend. Maybe it’s just settling in jitters, or maybe I am really dating someone who’s pretty damn insensitive to anything but her own needs.
We had a Christmas party at our place, for a 12 of our friends, on Saturday – a widows and orphans thing, so very irreverent with all sorts of illegal and immoral things going on. It was nice, and it was quite fun. For a while. We cooked, drank, etc… all of Christmas day - most of the guests had something to contribute to the meal which lasted like 4 hours. Most people stayed over, with a few exceptions. I put GF to bed on Sat night around 3am; I went to bed around 4. She woke up around noon on Sunday (party still ongoing) and commenced to absolutely trash herself. We were supposed to be going away Monday AM for a rest and relaxation overnight at this excellent Hotel in Berkshire (about 1 hour drive from home) for some luxury treatments (massage and girly stuff she had scheduled) and a posh dinner.
Originally, the party invite said we would be kicking everyone out at 8pm on Sunday. Instead, our friends (because of the GF not telling them to leave and in fact encouraging them to stay longer and party with her) stayed until 9am Monday morning (I finally said enough and went to bed at 11pm on Sunday night, party still going strong – she ignored my requests to cut it off). We didn’t leave for our ‘romantic getaway’ until almost noon, were late for the massages we had booked, and were both so exhausted by the last minute cleanup Monday that we didn’t have enough energy to enjoy the getaway!
Oh, and for the record I did all the last minute shopping, set up the house by myself including a massive banquet table and beds for guests and cleaned everything beforehand as the cleaning lady is on holiday. I also cleaned up after the dinner, and made 4 ‘cleaning runs’ during the party where I washed all the glassware and plates and cleaned the kitchen and took the trash out. I also did the bulk of the cleanup and such on Monday morning, with the help of one of the guests who stayed over. She didn’t do much outside of cook one course and turn the music up really really loud and take credit for the excellent party thrown.
After the party, the carpets were in quite the state of disrepair. She had asked me to sort out the carpet cleaning Wednesday morning. So I take time away from my 80-page document review and update, which must be done next Tuesday to be ready for a customer, and must be perfect because the customer are total assholes, in order to organize this. I make calls to carpet cleaners in our area, start to get quotes together, and she walks downstairs and says ‘Since you didn’t do it, I called a company that can come in Thursday.’ Oh, and she won’t be here Thursday so I have to be ready to drop everything to let the carpet cleaners in.
I also am having difficulty putting up with the frequent minor put-downs she dishes out. Just little things, like today – we had our carpets steam-cleaned while she was out; I was home all day, doing things, and talking with the guy who did the cleaning. I asked him when we could move furniture and stuff back into the vacated room, and he said ‘Give it about an hour, then it should be fine to move everything back in.’ GF comes home, it’s been over 2 hours, and she gets upset when I suggest that we move the furniture back into the lounge. She says I don’t know anything about cleaning carpets (I did it for a part of a job I held while I was in college, but whatever) and that I should just do what she says because I am going to trash the freshly cleaned carpets that she just paid for.
So am I being a jerk? Or is she? Or am I just being too farking sensitive to the vagaries of the ‘fairer sex’?