I've actually thought about going over to his place before myself... Except I can't drive since I'm disabled and my one friend lives an hour away. You're exactly right I allowed myself to be treated this way. I hate that I feel completely dependent on him, but there's no public transit where I live.

The thing that keeps me staying, as I've mentioned in another comment, is that he actually doesn't seem to mind helping me with tasks and driving me around. I've had exes that would complain about taking me places and make me feel like 200% like shit just for existing as a disabled person. I've had exes that had family members tell them right in front of me that they can do better and deserve some who isn't a leech on society (since I'm on social programs). Worst of all, I've had exes that would physically abuse me. So my expectations of others have dropped really, really low over the years.

A lot of people asking about why I'm ok with him living at home at his age, too...because I'm honestly not in position to judge as I'm on section 8 and EBT (food stamps).