He was very intelligent, maybe too intelligent. One time he mentioned that he probably kept 60% of his comments or responses to himself. I got curious and started asking more about that. He brought up a moment probably 2 years? (hard to remember honestly) prior when I made a small comment about something, and he proceeded to explain to me every scientific reason why what I said couldn't happen or was wrong.

He didn't know how to deal with my eating disorder. He just ignored it so it kind of enabled me to continue that behavior. I am not saying it was his fault that I had a problem, but that he didn't care enough to try to understand or help and just ignored it instead.

The majority of his time was spent playing video games or reading books. He would bring books on every social outing we went on and instead of interacting with people would ignore them and read his book. His parents just allowed him to do it, but I told him it was rude and I didn't want him to do it when we were with other people.

I finally broke it off after I had asked him to please fold his laundry instead of bunching it up into balls and shoving it into drawers. I did the laundry, and I felt like it was disrespectful of the effort I made. We got into a big fight, and he proceeded to lay in bed the entire weekend with the covers over his head. He was 34 almost 3 years ago.