I love my boyfriend, but lately I've been questioning if I'm in a relationship that's doesn't have a future.

I'm 24 and he's 28 and have been together for a little over a year. We're very different. I'm college-educated, responsible, and have always been mature for my age. He's been a party animal since I've known him; parties all night until the morning, drunk and out of his mind on drugs. I go out with my friends to nightclubs, dance, and hang out, but my idea of fun isn't to get annihilated and feel like shit the next day and not be able to do anything productive or active. He's definitely stopped partying as much since we've been together, but we live separate lives sometimes over the weekend because I don't like to party like he does and am not looking to change him if staying up all night with his friends doing drugs is what makes him happy.

He also doesn't drive, says he doesn't need one. But I drive everywhere. For awhile, he didn't even pitch in for gas money until I threw a fit about being his uber driver. I also got his foot in the door at a law firm, which he initially loved and is doing really well in, but lately has been complaining about not liking it anymore. But all he does is complain and not go out and look for a better job.

I recently had a terrible car accident where the other driver was at fault, causing my car to be totaled and my foot to be fractured, as well as a concussion. I've been going to the doctor's, while going to work and handling phone calls with my insurance company and lawyer. Definitely high stress, and also realized that I can't rely on my boyfriend. I'll tell him about my troubles and he'll listen and respond with "that sucks", but nothing to like help or pitch in ideas on what I should do. I figure it's because he doesn't know how to fix these types of real life problems.

He also says one thing and does another. He'll tell me he doesn't want to go out, and then make an excuse that he needs to drop something off to a buddy while I'm at his place and have me waiting for 4+ hours in his room until I say fuck it and go home. Or I'll call him and he'll tell me he's on his way home, but doesn't actually make it home until way later. We've been talking about finding a place together and I'm at a standstill in terms of what I should do. I love him dearly and he makes me laugh. On good days, he's good to me, but why do I feel like it's not enough for me?