After two years of dating, I moved in with my boyfriend, Josh, hoping for a fresh start. However, things took an unexpected turn when he revealed his reliance on his mom for all household chores. Despite my efforts to establish a partnership, he insisted on a traditional division of roles.
“I’m going to change my ways, Ann,” he claimed, justifying his expectation that I take over all domestic responsibilities. This revelation left me questioning our compatibility.
“Why hasn’t it come up before?” I asked, sensing a major red flag. Josh’s suggestion of paying me to be his maid intensified our disagreement.
Realizing I couldn’t live with a man-child unwilling to change, I made a late-night decision to leave. A text to my mom and a swift departure marked the end of our brief cohabitation.
Upon returning in the morning to gather my things, I found Josh unchanged, playing games on his laptop. Asserting my need for a mature partner, I closed the door on our short-lived chapter.
In retrospect, I questioned if my swift departure was justified, pondering what others might have done in a similar situation.
	
					
			
	
	
 
		
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