The Break Up

I'm going to have to dump someone. No, not Axel. I'm breaking up with Michael.

Since the little cellphone incident, I've been avoiding him and keeping the conversations short. I still smile and say hello, but I just don't feel like giving him much more than that.

On Saturday, I sat on the carpet in the living room and there were some chip crumbs. So I emailed Michael and asked him to vacuum the carpet because there were chip crumbs which I assumed were from his party. I asked him to email because the day of the party, I briefly stopped by the apartment and I saw two bags of chips on the coffee table. I don't buy chips, and Marlen hadn't been around to buy chips, so I naturally assumed the offending chip was his. In any case, he'd vacuumed the carpet before and had all the vacuum know-how. O, and he constantly tells me, "I want to help, but I don't know what to do. Tell me what to do and I'll do it."

So he replies by email, sure! I see him Sunday and I'm in my usual mood so things are good. Monday I work from 8am to 7pm, followed by my quilting group which went till 9. I get home and I'm tired so I'm not in my most chipper mood, and was, in fact, quite depressed because I'd been thinking about how horrible my mother is. He hops around and seems to want to converse. I'm tired and all I want to do is be on my laptop in peace - in the living room because my room is hotter.

The next day - yesterday - I got a really long, angry email that I was such a bitch for asking him to vacuum, that the chips weren't his and that we all had contributed equally to the mess on the carpet. And then he says that he doesn't understand why I'm always angry and yelling at him and that it seemed like no matter what he did, I was always angry at him. I fumed about it for a few hours before I realized that 1) I hadn't been yelling at him at all. In fact, lately, he's the only one that's been doing any yelling. 2) He's yelling at me again because I wasn't my usual perky self on Monday night which he interpreted as, "I'm still mad at you, Michael." Because it's always about Michael. Not like working a 13 hour day might be any excuse for not wanting to talk much. All in all, he's been depending on me for constant attention and validation and when I don't give him either, he lashes out.

He's my clingy drama queen girlfriend and I have to break up with him now.