Nothing New in That Department

The boyfriend came home yesterday at 3:30 am. I'm not sure if he was drunk, because I was too sleepy, however, I can bet my head on it. Called him today during my lunch break and told him I've had enough and that I'm really angry and frustrated with him, and it's clear that he won't try to change his drinking/lifestyle habits. .

If I move out while the lease is still active, am I liable for the money?

Can't even look at him without feeling angry. Lately I get along better with my anal boss, than with the boyfriend. I leave the apartment to go to work in the morning feeling relief that I don't have to look/deal with him.

There's no one to blame. I knew that he's a drinking, immature and selfish person before we moved in, I just chose to ignore it. The other night, he came home at 1:30 am and told me that he made it to the neighborhood with a fellow comedian and they went to drink at a local bar. He was telling his friend the whole time how much he loves me, etc. I nearly laughed. Love me? Why don't you just come home, instead of making the rounds for some more liquor?

He told me (very dramatically) one night when we first started dating that he's an alcoholic. I chose to disregard it because I myself drink a lot, wouldn't call myself that. He seemed to be offended that I did not believe him. He brought up his alcoholism on several occasions, and every time he seemed discouraged of me refusing to take him seriously. OK, I guess he wins, guess in the Romeo/Juliet initial period, when all is beer and sex, people overlook some details.

Speaking of sex, there isn't much of that either – and surprisingly he's always the one tired. (don't even want to delve into the possible reasons why – I'm scared of what conclusion I might come to.)

I'm tired of arguments, and fights (initiated by my frustrated self). There's no changing him. Especially now that he's hosting a comedy show, and half of the lower-east side "aspiring" comedians are on his ass for a spot on the show, he thinks he's "the shit." It would have been nice if at least that comedy career was worth anything in money.

I spoke to an old friend of mine today, who called me out of the blue. She asked me how are things with the boyfriend, and I summed up "ah, you know how the aspiring comics-alcoholics can be". This made me think that nothing in the dating department has changed. Before him was a series of one-night stands, before that was a off-the boat Russian who eventually turned out to be married to a chick still living in Russia, before that was a junkie from Pennsylvania. Forgot, before the one-night stands there was an aspiring German sideshow artist (I shit you not). His name was Roc Roc-It. He had 60 percent of his face tattooed, but did he know how to down a beer!

Before that were a couple of classmates. One - a Russian jew, just could not get it up. The other - an Indian (half) who was living in his brother's living room in a one bedroom apartment in Harlem. He slept on the down bunk of a bunkbed, which was lacking sheets and pillowcase, and the blanket smelled lovely of sweaty feet.

I guess I just like me a project. And also somebody who I could share a drink or two on the weekends.

Brainyaxe