Ok, so here's the situation:
I've been with, uh, let's call him J for about 7 months now. I love J a lot. When J and I met, I was a chain-smoking, antidepressent-popping stripper. J didn't like these things, so I loved him so much I quit all of these things. Not because I thought they were bad, but because they bothered J. So, that whole "I don't even need psychiatric medications when I'm with you" thing didn't work out, so I start taking amphetamines off-label for depression and all hell breaks loose. Then I start smoking again, tension builds, we get in a huge fight over him being controlling and how does any of this even affect you type of thing, and things get better for awhile. Then I had to quit smoking again because he can't quit chewing without me leaving nicotine without him (is that supposed to be flattering?), and I only take my pills when he's not looking just so we don't have to argue about me being an "addict" all over again, which just makes me feel more silly than angry. So everything's almost ok - I mean, at least we know we're dysfunctional, right? Or at least I know we're dysfunctional....anyway....that whole stripper thing.
I really want to go back. I'm sick of looking for jobs, I'm sick of being dirt poor, and I know this makes me sound really spoiled or dumb or lazy or promiscuous or whatever, but I would think that, you know, having a girlfriend who can come home with $1000 in her pocket would be a good thing, not something to get all hissy and upset about. He says me being a stripper is like I don't really love him or something, and he sometimes gets on the verge of tears when we talk about it. And anyway, I had a job at one point, as a waitress at a bar and grill, but he threw a fit when he found out the place had mandatory leather outfits, and went so far as to tell me I just love to put myself in situations that "exploit me." WTF?? And then he asks me to clean up his computer from all the adware he got from looking at BAD INTERNET PORN. Oh yeah, goofy outfit = slut. GonzoButtRape.com = respectable Friday-night hobby. Sorry, anyway, the point is, I'm miserable because I can't pay my bills, and I just really want to go strip again, and I don't want to sneak around his back and I really don't see why I should have to choose between money and a boyfriend (especially when he expects me to pay rent to move into his room). I know any justification I try to throw out on an internet forum is going to sound really pathetic anyway, but I really just don't know what to say:
"Your controlling attitude towards my career in the sex industry, amphetamine use, and chain-smoking is really getting out of hand."
"Don't tell me who's dick I can and can't rub my bare ass against!"
"Why should I have to give up my filthy nicotine habits just because you can't find anywhere else to turn for some measely 'emotional support'?"
I love this kid to death...but it's just little stuff like this that I don't know if I can live with. I don't know what to do. I think I want to just break things off off, but I can't even do that. I'd feel like too much of an asshole, precisely because the things that drive me nuts are so seemingly trivial. I just feel stuck. I feel like whatever I do, I'm the ungrateful prostitute drug addict and he's the victim. I don't feel like it's working, but I don't know what to do about it either.