Recently I made a huge leap (or maybe it was a fall... I'm not really sure yet) and moved in with my boyfriend. To be honest, I don't think I ever really wanted to move in with him. More than anything I think that I just felt pressured and have I don't really like the thought of being alone again. I am twenty-six years old and sadly he is really my first boyfriend. I know that this is going to sound cheesy, but it is nice to have someone you know that you can talk to at the end of the day. Anyways, I didn't ever really want to move in with him and I did (and things are not really going well). We have been arguing more and more lately. He is so bull-headed sometimes it can be very aggravating!
Today, when I came home I could tell that he was very upset with me. He was scowling, stomping and throwing things every which way. I asked him repeatedly what was wrong. He would say, "Nothing!" as he stomped away.

Finally, he exploded, "I just don't like coming home to a f-ing pigsty."

Quietly I started to clean (I would be lying if I told you that things were not messy or that I didn't know that he likes things to be insanely clean... this isn't the first time he has blown up at me for being a little messy). After we were done cleaning I apologized for letting things get so messy and then tried suggesting that we come up with a schedule to help keep things tidy. He said, "Yeah, that's not going to help."

"So you are just going to keep blowing up at me once a week for not being clean enough and we are not going to even try to solve the problem?"

"I guess so," he said with a blank expression.

Later on I was even more irritated to find all of my books, cards, and other knick-knacks I had placed around the house shoved into a small corner(2X2ft) of the spare room. He has the whole house filled with his things, but I have a tiny 2X2 ft corner of a room I couldn't help but think, "He doesn't even want me here. He wants everything to be exactly the same as before I moved in. Why am I living here?"

After some time had passed he came to me to apologize for "Snapping". I told it felt like he wanted to keep everything exactly the same as before I moved in. His space. His cleaning schedule. His house. He walked away and got the check I wrote him for this month’s rent and told me that I could "have it back."

"Are you kicking me out?" I asked.

"I am not kicking you out, but Obviously we can't live together."

I gave him the check back but he hasn't said a word to me since. So here I am at a crossroads: to stay or to go...