My boyfriend is exactly the sort of guy I don't want to end up with. But we've just celebrated our one year anniversary.
When I met my current boyfriend, I'd just had a painful breakup; I'd been with my ex for three years and only ended it when we we couldn't manage the distance between our colleges any more. A friend-of-a-friend made a move on me in a club, and it made me feel attractive and wanted. After a little convincing, I went home with him - it's something I'd never done before, but I wanted to try and move on and stop thinking about my ex as soon as possible. It wasn't how I'd expected a one-night stand to be; we talked for ages and snuggled all morning afterwards. Before we knew it we were making plans; he came back that night, took me out for dinner the night after and we've been dating ever since. At the time, I thought it was a fairytale - just when I'd expected to be heartbroken and struggling to adjust to the single life, I had great company every night and regular fun dates with a guy who was really 'into me'.
One year on, it's not so rosy. It was supposed to be a fling for a reason; my boyfriend is a natural flirt who loves female attention. I know he's cheated in the past, and although I have no reason to believe he has cheated on me, an incident arose where I asked him to look in the eye and tell me the truth. He lied, for hours. He lets girls who want to get with him sit in his lap in front of all our friends, and it makes me push the boundaries of my flirtation with other guys; hardly a healthy pattern. Whether a cheater or not, I don't trust him, and I believe trust is intrinsic to a good relationship. But that's not all.
My relationship with my ex had been my first serious one, and we were really lucky in that it was pretty fantastic for that point in our lives. I was used to throwing everything I had into a relationship to make it as enjoyable as possible; you know, the little signs to show you care about each other. I wrote him little notes in his books and sent slushy/saucy texts whenever I felt the urge, knowing he'd appreciate and reciprocate everything I did. We both did everything we could to make the other happy, without a second thought. Naturally, I can't help making the same efforts now - and also having the same expectations. I love spontaneously planning a day trip or a picnic or a date night or just a sensual night in, and like to get all the details right, from new underwear to his favourite foods to the perfect little restaurant. I recently planned a two-night mid-week romantic break in Edinburgh, taking care of everything and surprising him ten minutes before the train left.
He didn't even say thank you.
It's  not a case of ignorance; I know he knows how much thought and effort I put into things, into making him happy. Maybe he's even grateful, but incapable of showing it. Maybe he thinks it's just something I like to do, or that maintaining the relationship is the girl's job, or that a little spooning in the morning takes care of his side of the bargain. Maybe he's even so egotistical that he thinks he deserves this treatment with nothing in return. Either way, it's a slap in the face to me. I've been in a loving relationship, and to me it's about trust, respect and passion for each other. He's not the sort of guy I want to end up with, and I've already spent a year of my college youth on him.
But I can't break up with him. I've tried; despite his lack of effort to make our relationship work, when threatened he refuses to let it happen, even sitting in my room for hours until I cave. He'll act as if I haven't broken things off, and I just can't keep it up on my own. Why should I sit here lonely, I think, when I could be cuddled up with him watching a movie? Yes, the best he could say was that he 'didn't want to not be with me', and yes, I know he won't act any different, because he can't see what's wrong. I can't ever depend on him to be there for me when I'm down - he often just doesn't text me back, even when I indicate I'm feeling pretty down - but he strokes my hair and kisses me on the forehead. The truth is, I can't imagine not having a boyfriend; what I would do in the evenings all by myself, how I'd spend my time without planning things for us to do, what my incentive would be for dressing up and making an effort, how I'd feel without the frequent physical reassurance of a partner's attention. So I won't break it off, and if he continues not to want to...looks like it'll be the second year anniversary before we know it.

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