The ex is moving out...without me having to resort to a tarp, duct tape, and a shovel

The ex has found his own place! Thank fuck because I have been very much losing my mind over the past few days.

I guess me telling him that he had to get his shit together and start making an effort to find a place or he'd be out on his ass at the end of the week actually did something.

He thought I was kidding, and attempted to use several excuses to explain away his lack of motivation for finding a place. I know that he'd been hoping that I'd invite him to stay and agree to dating him again. Ugh. As if. I'm pretty much asexual at this point anyway, and he certainly didn't do much to help the situation.

I know myself well enough to admit to myself that when he and I were dating before it was because I'd hoped that maybe I had found somebody I would be compatible with. Obviously, he and I are NOT compatible enough to attempt a romantic relationship ever again, and it was wrong for us to try the first time around.

I think what gets me the most is how backwards he is in so many ways, and the fact that if he thinks something is stupid that it's not true or right. And he will argue his point until you finally walk away before you beat the shit out of him.

Over the past several days I have come to realize that for all that he's an adult, he has no clue about what real adult life is like. Hell, we had an argument over the fact that the landlord pays for the water we use! All you have to do is go to the city website and it breaks down where to find the charge for water on the tax bill - it's not like it's hard to figure out. And he seems to hate going out alone even worse than I do. Yes, I deal with social anxiety but if I absolutely have to go out and do something, I up and do it. I might ask the kid if they want to come along, but I don't get whiny and cranky when I'm told no. My ex, on the other hand, sulks when I tell him I don't want to go out to the store or wherever it is he needs to go. Yes. Literally. He sulks, complete with the crossed arms and pout.

And I guess he thinks I have money coming out my ass or something because now each time I've worked he's asked me to pick him up something, but he's already told me that he currently has no money so he can't pay me back yet. Uh, dude, I'm working a minimum wage job - just how much money do you think I have that I can afford to wait to be paid back?

I do appreciate the help he's been in getting me to tackle the mess that is my house, so there is that. But it's been at the cost of my sanity and mental health. I've been hiding out in my bedroom instead of sitting out in the living room like I usually do. I know he wonders why I'm in my room so much, but he probably doesn't want to find out why for fear that I won't hold back.

When he's finally got all his stuff out of here, I doubt very much that I'll stay in close touch with him. I don't want to give him any ideas about us possibly getting back together because that is never going to happen.