So tonight I finally broke it off with my boyfriend of ten years. Our relationship for the last 3 years has been slowly deteriorating. And tonight I finally told him I've had enough I'm over the bullshit. Three years ago he lost his job and ever since has had his fat ass permanently glued to my couch. So here I am for three years trying to be the reasonable hard working unselfish girlfriend, trying to help him through whatever kind of funk he was in. Well after 2 month's on my couch and still no job, I finally told him look you have to get a fcukin job because I'm struggling to make ends meet here. anyways here we are 3 years later and nothing has changed except for the second job I had to pick up. I feel like such a douche bag for letting it go on for so long. When I came home from working a 16 hour shift and saw his fat lazy ass sitting on my couch watching the cable I pay for and eating the food I bought, that was it I went into bedroom packed all his shit up and started chucking it out the door. I've never seen a man move so fast in my life. I told him to get his lazy incompetent ass out of my house. And of course he's trying to defend himself, I wasn't having It, I pushed his big ol' ass out my door and slammed it in his pathetic face. I just finished packing up the rest of his shit, his mommy is coming to pick it up tomorrow.....Good Riddins.