This is kind of a follow-up to a post I made where I said I fucked up by letting my ex move back in.

I don't think I'm equipped to handle life in general. That sounds really cowardly but I'm beginning to accept things for how they truly are.

Things with her have been pretty ok. Except I can see things already starting to chip away at me. We have sex every night but I'm already getting sick of her vagina. She is already starting to get lazy and use (insert physical issue here) as an excuse to not do much. She is spending a lot of my money. Her dog is a little piece of shit that I hope gets hit by a car. She is already asking me to go out and do shit I don't care for. I seem to be spending a lot of time already doing shit I don't want or need to do. I can feel my blood pressure rising steadily daily. I told myself I would end up having a heart attack if this exact situation occurred, and it looks like I'm on my way there.

This is it for me. Once this relationship ends I'm absolutely fucking done. This whole white picket fence, biological and social predisposition were put in can suck a cock. I'm not going to be entertaining the idea of being happy in a magical fantastic romantic relationship anymore. I think the hedonists may have had things right all along.

I have zero interest in meeting any more women and putting myself through this again if and when this castle comes crashing down.