Marty...
Yesterday he moved out. He took his clothes and stuff and left for his mom's. The night before that, he had went off on me in the truck because I didn't understand why his stepdad needed a truck to take a trailor to fair next week. Like I knew that people CAMP at fair. That's dumb. But anyways... He just expected me to know that and understand that stuff and I was like I wasn't raised that way and you know it and then you go off and tell me that I'm ignorant and stupid? I told him he makes me feel like shit on his shoe. Then when we got home and went to bed I had a breakdown and told him that all I want is some more affection from him and just a little bit of his time. He asked if I wanted him to take his shit and leave and I said only if he thinks he can't be what I want. So he didn't know that night and the next day it took him a couple hours to decide. But we're still together so that's good. He's just not going to stay with me. Friday night I worked until ten and I went to his place and drank some Smirnoffs and stayed the night there and then this morning we got up early and went to breakfast at his dad's and step mom's. So he was really making an effort to spend time with me and that made me feel a lot better.
So we'll see what happens!