Thanks a lot ladies! You guys are seriously helping me put all of this into perspective. The negatives definitely outweigh the positives. I had to give him extra appreciation whenever he did something nice because he said he's not naturally thoughtful and he's not use to doing things for women like that. lol I kinda understood where he was coming from because I know that's something that I'm working on myself. However, I didn't feel like anyone should kiss my butt if I did something nice for them.
I think at the midpoint of our relationship I told him that I wasn't happy. He couldn't understand where I was coming from with that. I explained to him that it wasn't fair that we were only doing things that he wanted to do. He asked me to make a list of things that I enjoy, and that made me happy. It wasn't until then that he started being more considerate. I thought there was a chance.
Ladies, Sundays were classified as 'HIS' day. lol We would go to church, and then get ready to go to his game. Uh huh...he religiously played as QB in a flag football league every Sunday. (side note: there are some super studs playing in these leagues lol) There was a game at 1p and at 3p. Of course, he wanted me to attend every game, and I had to make sure I was always on point because according to him "I was a reflection of him".lol My sister said he acted as if I was his trophy wife. He also started playing on Tuesdays, so I'd go to his game after work and wouldn't get home until about 10:30p. I feel like I really did sacrifice so much for this .... He started playing basketball too at 8p on Sundays, and I had to go to that. After his games on Sunday, we'd go home and after we showered, he would lay his butt in front of the TV and start watching ESPN. I had to get to the kitchen and cook him his wings the way he wanted it. WHAT THE HECK WAS I THINKING!!!!!!! I feel like such an idiot!
To top things off, he'd come in to the kitchen and start critiquing stuff I did. The last argument that we had was because of something that he said when I was in the kitchen trying to cook dinner. He passed by and said, 'babe, let's use foil next time we bake the chicken'. I'm thinking "We"? What freaking WE?!! Of course, that sounds like a really innocent comment, right? Well, after months of hearing those critiques and knowing that he never tried to lift a friggin finger in the kitchen, I snapped. I told him if all I had to do was put the chicken in the oven, then the next time he needs to do it himself! lol We got in a HUGE argument after that, and never really recovered from it.