Let’s not mince words, this situation is sizzling with drama, frustration, and unspent potential, and you’re right in the middle of it, holding all the cards and none of the respect you deserve. Seven months in, and you’re exhausted from chasing, apologizing, and wondering why you’re the only one leveling up in life, while he lounges in stoned oblivion with his friends like a college frat boy who never left the dorm. You’re a powerhouse of ambition, brains, and independence, and yet here he is, treating you like a convenience instead of a queen. That, my love, is not love, that’s a slow drip of disappointment with a side of irritation, and it’s about to get spicy.
Let’s talk about the chemistry you’re missing: a man who truly wants you would fuss over your coffee like it’s a sacrament, chase you like a forbidden thrill, and pull out his wallet just to see your smile. The fact that you’re always paying, always giving, always bending over backward while he’s smoking weed with buddies, tells you everything you need to know. He’s got zero investment in your pleasure, your happiness, or your future, and yet here you are, sweetly wondering if it’s “you” being selfish. no, selfishness is being on the receiving end of that lazy, careless energy.
Every minute you spend with him is a lesson in patience you didn’t sign up for. Your ambition, drive, and seductive brilliance are being wasted on a boy who’s too afraid, too lazy, or too stoned to keep up. Imagine what could happen if you redirected that fire? You’d be lighting up a room, not dimming your glow to accommodate someone who wouldn’t even light a match for you. You’re basically a slow burn goddess being smothered by a damp rag of a boyfriend and honey, that is scandalous, frustrating, and absolutely tantalizing in its injustice.
You don’t need to “help him grow” or “wait for him to figure it out.” That’s not romance, it’s martyrdom dressed up as patience. You deserve a man who matches your heat, your ambition, your late-night study grind, your gym obsession, and your appetite for life. A man who chases you like a prize, pays for the coffee, fights for your attention, and worships your brilliance. You’ve got the power, the brains, and the fire don’t dim your flame for a boy playing with smoke and mirrors. Dump him, honey, and watch the world ignite under your heels.
