This is one of the stupidest thoughts I've ever had, but it has been eating away at me for a while. Basically my boyfriend's Mum treats him and her other son like kings. She buys them the best clothes she can afford, does my boyfriend's washing and ironing, buys them both PS3 games all the time, and is constantly pampering them with good food. Now, I know this sounds ridiculous and of course I want the best for my boyfriend, but it leaves me in a really tricky corner. This is why:
I love treating my boyfriend as well. I have always been a serial giver. I have bought him little treats such as designer jumpers for work, and taken us out for dinner, but I feel like I just can't compete.
I know it's ridiculous, but part of me feels like it does him no good at all. He lives at home and works, whereas I am an only child at university so I have to fend for myself, and parents aren't by any means full of money so I do it on my own, work all summer etc. I have always done alot of things for myself and always will do. It's the nature of the beast. But when it comes to my boyfriend I feel he is pampered and I don't think it makes things easy for me.
He's the type of boy that rings up his Mum for a lift from the station (which is 5 minutes from his house), and who only eats his Mum's cooking. It makes it so difficult for me when I cook anything - he hardly touches it, and makes comments about it, because his Mum is a superb cook. It's not to say I am jealous, because she's a lovely lady and to be honest, she BUYS me clothes and treats me aswell. She's a brilliant woman and works really hard at work, but I can't help but think I am fighting a losing battle.
My boyfriend has on occasion told me that he HATES it. And I know I'm his girlfriend not his mother, and there's a big difference, but I feel like I need to compete. And I just can't! This is probably the most stupid post on tsr, and believe me I'm not spiteful or anything, but it's just stupid things, like when he visited last weekend, I didn't have any food in, so we agreed to just stick to pizza. And he didn't seem to like it at all, which is fair enough it's only pizza. But then when he got home one of the first things he said to me was how his Mum had cooked him a lovely burger, made herself with all the trimmings. Jeez, am I just being pathetic?