Theater, The Boyfriend, and sleep, part II

Good afternoon kittens! It's a lovely day here in Ohio and I must say the sunshine has done wonders for my mood. I've washed my bed linens and hung them on the line to dry, I currently have homemade bread rising in anticipation to be put in the oven and I'm blogging. Aren't we all lucky little kittens?
So, here is the promised second half of yesterday's post, dealing with "The Boyfriend".
So all has not been rosy in the love life of our favorite person; me. The Boyfriend has been a bit of a selfish prat lately. Our relationship has devolved into me supporting him emotionally and sometimes financially while I get absolutely nothing in return. Zero. Zip. Zilch. Nada. At first I let it slide, because he was having mommy and daddy issues and had just moved into a new apartment, but that period has long since passed. Now I'm annoyed beyond belief and am seriously considering the breakup talk.
Some examples of the things that have been going on; he doesn't have a washer or dryer in his apartment and there are no onsite facilities so he has to go to the laundry mat or his parents to do laundry. As he was telling me this he added that he didn't know how to use the machines at a laundry mat, so me, being the Martha that I am, said I would help. I took him to the laundry mat, after I had to stop and buy him detergent because he didn't have any, and I gave him a course in laundry 101. While I was showing him the ins and outs of the proper "Martha" method for doing laundry, he got mad at me because he felt I was talking down to him like he was an idiot. I was simply instructing him on how to use the facilities. He had one basket and we had spread his clothes out between four dryers so we could get done faster. When the first dryer stopped he started folding the clothes up and putting them in the basket straight from the dryer. I said that wasn't the best idea, why not empty the basket on the table, fold the clothes there, then load the clothes into the basket when all of them were dry and folded. At this he got mad at me because I was treating him like he was stupid.
We were out shopping for groceries and other things for his apartment one Saturday. As the day progressed he said he hoped I would be paying for some of the things he was getting since his mom had stated she thought I should be helping him with stuff. I dojn't live with him. I don't spend any time at his apartment so why the hell should I be buying his stuff for him?! WTF!!!!!!??????? I told him he was a big boy and he needed to pick up the tab for his own stuff for his apartment and that his mother was fucking crazy. This is coming from the same woman who helps herself to money from his checking account anytime she wants! It is truley a rather fucked up family.
We are not having sex. It's been three months and nothing. Anytime I try to start something, there is an excuse. "I have to work early in the morning" "I don't want my roommate to feel uncomfortable" "I had half a martini and now I have a headache" and so on and so on. I'm not asking for things outlandish, just once a week or so. Now, while we're not having sex, he's still fantasizing about having a three way. He brings this up on a regular basis. I'm offended by this. He doesn't want to sleep with me when it's just the two of us, but throw some random stranger in there and it's game on. He doesn't understand why this makes me so mad. I'm hurt by it and he doesn't get it. It's not like I haven't told him point blank how it makes me feel. He just doesn't get it.
When we talk, I'm an afterthought. He goes on and on about how rough his five hour shift at Wendy's was and how tired he is because he worked such a long day, then he's done. Conversation is over in his mind. Nevermind my day. Nevermind I may have had things I wanted to talk about. He's hungry, or he's tired, or he wants to take a shower so I say goodbye if we're on the phone and feel frustrated.
I don't want to be in a relationship like this. I don't need to be in a relationship like this. I was perfectly happy being single and would be perfectly happy again. I want to be with someone who likes to listen to what I jave to say sometimes, who's interested in what I do and wants me for me. Right now; I'm not getting that from The Boyfriend. I've tried telling him, I've tried screaming it to him, I don't know if anything can work.
So there you have it kittens. The whole sordid affair. Well not all of it. I did leave some of the more graphic bits out. But I have bread ready to come out of the oven so, TTFN!!!