Even though he was an unemployed, recent law grad who had no actual career before, he would always correct me when I would call the condo that “he owned” an “apartment” by mistake—as if I couldn’t pickup on the concept of mommy and daddy footing the bill. He kept calling me a “nerd” about everything including having a job….and called me “old” nonstop when I was 26 and he 25.
Aftermath: I let up on the contact. My old, nerdy ass now has a boyfriend that is 2 years younger. He may rent but at least he supports himself and has more wit than simply calling me old and nerdy every 5 minutes.
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