Hello. I've posted on here before about different concerns and have gotten some helpful advice.
My boyfriend and I have been together for almost 2 years, with a 5 month break last summer. We've been back together over a year now.
He lives around 20-30 minutes away from me, depending on traffic, in a rented Townhome that isn't anything special, and is rather outdated and cramped but it makes him happy. It is in one of the more desirable sections of our city, and he seems to thoroughly enjoy living there.
I own my own condo that is in a less desirable neighborhood. It's also small, but it's a decent, clean little place.
In his desirable little neighborhood, we can walk to many more restaurants, stores, bars, etc. Where I live, we can't do that.
I guess it's always been because of that (and my cat which he claims to be allergic to but can highly control the allergy by taking a pill), that we have gravitated towards staying at his place during our nights together as opposed to my own.
After being back together for a year, and driving to his house three nights a week, I'm growing tired. I will go to work, drive 30 minutes home, feed my cat, pack myself a bag, and then drive to his house.
All of it had broken me down this summer to a point where I had a discussion with him and told him I can no longer leave my cat 3 nights a week, it's not being a responsible pet owner in doing so, and that he really had to start coming to me one night a week instead because all I do is run and I'm tired.
He was open about this and started coming to my house on Friday nights which wasn't totally solving the issue but it was helping. He unfortunately sustained a bad ankle injury which resulted in a boot and driving to be a challenge.
Because of this, I started taking care of him and started again driving to his house on Friday nights.
I would do his laundry, because laundry required stairs. I would bring him supplies, spending my money. I would run errands for him. I would clean for him. He didn't really ask me to do much of this, but I felt so bad about his injury and how depressed over it he was, I felt compelled to take care of him and try to make things easier on him. I ended up really burning myself into the ground, on the verge of a stress meltdown.
He is healing now and able to take care of himself, and has resumed driving to my house on Fridays. However, I'm feeling resentful because while he casually thanked me, I never felt any genuine gratitude: not a nice dinner, not flowers, or even, didn't sit me down and tell me how special it was or meaningful that I helped him and took care of him and did so much for him. I'm not trying to sound superficial or as though I did everything I did for a material reward. I just truly felt/feel as though it was not appreciated and that my care and sacrifice was taken for granted.
On top of that, now that it is football season, I'm getting put into the backseat of his life. Sundays are spent watching NFL games and Saturday nights are spent going to college games if he has tickets. I'm blatantly ignored if anything football related is on because he's glued to his phone watching the scores. I've been doing my own thing while he engages in this, and not sitting around sulking about it, but I have started to reflect and feel like a girlfriend of convenience rather than a serious girlfriend going into something serious and long term. Not to mention, while I get that a lot of men really get into football, I feel almost like it's a maturity issue that he can't be bothered during 75% of the weekend to do anything but watch games.
I was hoping that he might propose us living together, and getting a new place of our own to start building a more serious relationship and eliminate the stress of running to one another's houses but nothing.
His mom recently mentioned to both of us that she would love to see us get a nice big house together. He responded with "But I LOVE my apartment!"
I'm starting to lose hope that he's ever going to take us seriously or start appreciating what I am investing in this relationship. He's 44 years old and I think he's acting like a bit of a man baby.
Am I being too hard on him?