Take a Hike

I dated this guy for about two months. While we were dating, a lot happened that prevented us from spending a lot of time together (my grandmother had terminal cancer and passed away; I was away on a previously booked vacation; and I had just started working a third job to help pay the bills). He was so patient and good with everything and was extremely supportive. As we spent more time with each other, however, it appeared there was a dark side to him.
We would be out and having a conversation and suddenly he would drop f-bombs every second word, and would get really irate over nothing (his mom called him one morning and mentioned her sore ankle from falling and he flipped out on her). One morning we decided to go for a hike. It was Good Friday in early April so it was chilly outside. I had worn warm clothing, but we were up on a high ridge and I hadn’t anticipated this biting wind that came out of nowhere and cut right through my layers, giving me a chill.
As we were strolling along holding hands, I said, “This is such a beautiful morning and a great idea! Now, if only we could get rid of this wind, my life would be complete!” For whatever reason this comment totally set him off. He stopped walking and looked at my hand like it was a ticking time bomb. Then he let it go and starting to stomp away from me, yelling “Would you stop your F***ING whining already!? Jesus!”
I let him walk away and calm down, but the rest of the morning was mostly silent. After his outburst and a good discussion with my aunts and my sister I decided it was time to end it. Needless to say, he got very angry, called me immature and pointed out that it must be because he is so much older than me and that he was not looking for a high school relationship like I was (I’m 30, he’s 33). I finally lost my temper and told him to stop being such a condescending ass.


