He didn’t want a partner, he wanted a mom
My relationship with a “man-baby” taught me a lot about what I wanted in a romantic partner.
I remember the day I realized that was I was dating a “man-baby”.
My live-in boyfriend and I had gone for a hike. It was a rare sunny spring day in Portland. The hike was my idea, if it was up to him, he would have sat in the house with the drapes closed playing video games all day. I insisted we go outside and get some fresh air and exercise and he reluctantly agreed.
Once we started hiking, he whined the entire way. There was too much mud. I’d chosen a trail in the woods that was “uphill both ways”. We were not even halfway through when he asked if we could stop at his favorite restaurant on the way home so he could get a chocolate shake. By the time we finished our hike, I was beyond annoyed with his constant whining. We drove to the restaurant and got there at 2:10 p.m. only to find that it closed at 2:00.
“NOOOOO!!!!!” he shouted — seriously he shouted — “Why does everything bad happen to me?”
For a minute I seriously thought he was going to cry. And then I thought to myself, “Oh my God, I’m dating a toddler!”
