MY BOYFRIEND WONT STOP SMEARING HIS SHIT ON WALLS

In the beginning of our relationship, I thought I was dating a 22 year old man. Now I am convinced I am dating a freak of a man child.

Just before the pandemic hit, my boyfriend and I moved in together. I started working at my mom’s local bakery, and my boyfriend’s parents are very well off. He started his exotic dancing career with the financial support of his family. I was and still am attending college.

His parents still help with paying our rent when we can’t, which is amazing. Between my boyfriend and I, we make a decent amount of money but the expenses of our city always keep us on our feet.

I believe it was somewhere around early January of this year when I was first exposed to my boyfriend’s weird new habit. I had just finished getting my nails done after a class, and I swear to god when I walked in that apartment I was blasted with the most deplorable and wretched stench ever observed by life. It’s like satan was reincarnated as a scent and had infected the walls of my apartment.

And so I examine! And oh dear god! The things I saw that day. Shit was smeared on the walls of our kitchen (very close to the entrance). I stare in horror as I see hand marks with a missing middle finger within the caca. My boyfriend lost said finger while shaking his money maker for some strange change on stage as he went flying off the pole and landed on one thing; his middle finger. The finger flew off and hit some twink in the face (the club had to pay for that guy’s extensive therapy).

So I knew who the perpetrator was but just why? With that I walked into our bedroom and greeted him. He responded cheerfully as usual but once I confronted him about the smeared booboo, he tried denying it. From there I showed him the hand prints. He held up his left hand to try and prove he wasn’t missing a finger (he is missing the finger on his right). I informed him of this and then the motherfucker just started crying. Like hysterically. And then he ran out of apartment and called me the nastiest most hateful, racist, anguish-fueled line of slurs I have ever heard leave someone’s mouth. He came back shortly after and I cleaned the mess he left.

We didn’t speak of it again- that is, until he did it again. And again. He still does it and it’s been almost a year. And he always has the same reaction. He denies it, holds up his hand that has a middle finger, watches in shock as I inform him that he’s missing the middle finger on his right hand, starts bawling, calls me some horrific slurs, and runs out of the apartment.

Other than that, he’s perfectly normal and treats me right. I’m just so confused. Maybe this is some sick ongoing joke. Advice??


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