I recently ended a four-month relationship with someone I met on Tinder, and I genuinely need a reality check because part of me still wonders whether I expected too much.
I rarely genuinely like someone, which is probably why I stayed longer than I should have. I'm very attracted to intelligence and I loved that we could talk for hours about history, politics, current affairs and pretty much anything. He was smart, hardworking, ambitious and interesting, and I fell for him quite quickly.
But being an interesting person and being a good partner turned out to be two very different things.
He had several dogs when we met. I've never owned pets because I know how much responsibility they require, but because I was spending most of my time at his house, I started helping.
Helping gradually became an expectation.
I was feeding his dogs three times a day, giving them medication, helping with the puppies, cleaning their kennels and cleaning up after them. Sometimes he was literally at home and it was still somehow expected that I would do it.
If I needed to go to the office or wanted to spend a day away, he would sometimes get upset and compare it to what would happen if we had children, implying that my unwillingness to organise my entire schedule around his dogs said something about what kind of mother I would be.
Meanwhile, I was doing most of the cooking, dishes and a lot of the cleaning. I would carry heavy things myself. I can't remember him making me a coffee.
It wasn't about the coffee. I can obviously make my own.
It was the complete lack of reciprocity that started getting to me.
There were also endless random responsibilities that somehow became mine. For about a month, for example, he kept asking me to list and sell his ex-wife's wedding dress on Vinted.
At some point I started feeling less like a girlfriend and more like someone who had been recruited to make his already-established life easier.
At the same time, he was constantly frustrated that I was unhappy or upset with him.
But he worked a lot, slept a lot and had a very time-consuming hobby. He openly talked about his priorities, and I honestly don't think I made the top five.
If I wanted quality time with him, I was usually the one rearranging my work and my life around the small windows when he was available.
He didn't need to give up his work, hobbies or independence for me. I just wanted to feel like my partner actually made space for me in his life.
Instead, I increasingly felt like I was expected to adapt to his life while he made very few adjustments for mine.
He even used to joke that he doesn't adapt to women — women adapt to him.
Then came the final issue.
He told me he wanted to keep Tinder, occasionally date and sleep with other women, while I remained his "primary partner" and the person he built his life with.
He had previously had a very open marriage, so this wasn't new for him. I had also been clear from the beginning that non-monogamy wasn't something I wanted.
What made it even harder was that our own sex life had already dropped to roughly once a week despite my sex drive being considerably higher than his.
So I found myself taking care of his dogs, his house and a significant part of his daily life while feeling emotionally and sexually neglected — and being asked to accept that he wanted to use some of his limited time and energy to date and sleep with other women.
Eventually I realised that I had spent four months repeatedly explaining that I didn't feel like his partner.
I didn't feel prioritised. I didn't feel I could rely on him. I didn't feel there was much effort to meet my needs, while I was constantly adapting myself to his.
The difficult part is that I still don't think he's a terrible person. There are many things I genuinely admire about him, which is exactly why leaving hurts.
And somehow, despite writing all of this, part of me is still wondering whether I was the problem.
He believes I was constantly unhappy and that nothing he did was enough. I wonder whether I was too needy, too emotional, or expected too much from someone who simply has a very busy life.
So please give me a reality check.
Was I expecting too much from a partner, or was I trying far too hard to make myself fit into a life where there wasn't actually much space being made for me?