I ended it and he whined. I couldn't care less.
I'm really over giving men so many excuses to fall back on. I really dislike the idea of our health and baby-free existence being solely my responsibility.
I'm feeling bitchier by the day and it's really bothering me. I used to want nothing more than to find a guy I can cook for, be domestic for and screw within an inch of his sanity. Nowadays I think I'd be happier finding a guy who could provide a good lay and then get the f*ck out of my face.
I really hope this bad mood passes.