My boyfriend (29m) wanted me (23f) to get off work early so we could go to a party together and I was able to get off work around 4. He tells me he’s done early and he’s going to the pub with his boss and for me to meet him at the party. I’ve been sick for the past few days and was feeling really bad but he asked me to come for a few hours so I did and when I left he said he was going to come with me. I told him he can stay because it’s his friends and I know how much this party meant to his friend and him but he said he’s coming with me. We get in the car (I’m sober) and he’s going off on me about how I’m no fun and don’t like to party and that I wouldn’t do well in Ireland because all they like to do is party like him. So I’m no fun because I don’t like to sit around and pound drinks back as fast as possible but whatever that doesn’t matter to me. He goes out and is out drinking til about 3:30 after telling me I’m no fun and that we aren’t working out anymore. I’m cleaning and packing some of my stuff and I find out he sh!t himself when he was sleeping because he slept in his jeans and it was in his jeans and his underwear. I don’t know how getting so drunk that you sh!t yourself in your sleep is fun He’s been gone since 11am to watch a Irish rugby thing with his other Irish buddy and he hasn’t said a word to me when he left or over text