I still had love for him, and a few people convinced me to have one finally talk with him, and I did. But I told him that if he interrupted me or if he threw any passive aggressive body language I was done. He took it all, though I could see it was visible agonizing him the more I spoke. I gave him the blunt, hard truth. I told him that since he moved in, he was shit boyfriend and though he has many positives, he is very vain and selfish. His agony was almost palpable.

I told him that this wasn't me asking him to come back, but if he really wanted to make the relationship work (which he said he did). I told him that I was completely fine if he didn't want to make it work, as I'd love to be back on Grindr and top a daddy (a particular dream of mine) and not be tied down anymore.He said he wanted to be in it for me, but I said if that's true, he needed to move out and find his own path and take accountability for how he treats me and not half ass it in anyway, I wanted my house back. He'll be moving out in August (when our college apartments move in dates are) if he can't find a place by then, he'll have to go back to his family then. He accepted all that I told him, though he disagreed with some things I said about him.

So far he's been quiet and more attentive, but I know better than to speak to soon. I love him, but I can only help him by being his BF at this point until we both mature. We moved in way too fast. I tried helping him and it bit me in the ass. But yeah, we're not over, but we're taking it back all the way to ground zero. If he does not improve, I'm done for good, and it'll be much easier bc he won't be living with me.

For a moment, I felt weak in that I was a loser for not being able to live without him, but I realized that it was out of true love for him, yet the boundaries I sprung forth are for myself as well. Wish me luck, bros.