Aka the epitome of my bitterness towards football. When I my relationship started three years ago, I kinda knew my boyfriend was into football. He was and still is a fan. I didn't grow up around that environment so i never had an idea how bad or how crazy this fandom can get and what seemed normal to him, seemed over the top for me. at first it was easy to get over the constant football score checking, watching every single match, talking about it all the time. After all, back then we didn't even live together and I saw him Thursday to Sunday each week. Then we had a year of long distance when it all wasn't so much in my face. The problem started when we moved together last year in August. The word constant gained on a new meaning. It was literary EVERYWHERE! He couldn't and still can't go without checking football news everyday. Mind you though, I don't mind that! I am happy he has a hobby that he loves this much and I would never ever ask him to give it up. It only got worse however, when he started behaving as if he was living back with his parents - going out so often to gaming night and matches (either stadium or watch them in someone else-s place) that I was starting to feel alone. I moved to the UK alone. I have no parents and pretty much no friends here. I never minded the loneliness until I got in a relationship and I was craving to be making memories with the man I love. Well, i wasn't getting that and it was killing me slowly inside, making me more and more bitter about the whole situation. It was before Christmas that i could no longer hold it in. It was a few days after having lunch at his aunt's place where I heard that there would be no family lunch on 26th because there was football that boyfriend and his dad 'had' to watch. You could say it was the last drop that toppled the chalice. I refuse to live in a situation where my family life and romantic life as well would be subjected to that sport. So we sat down and talked. Football was always a little mine field of hours. I teased him about it. but this time I've had enough. I told him I did not want my life subjected to when a match was so I would have to plan my life around him. I told him that I do not appreciate him behaving like a single man, leaving me behind alone where I am quite literally dependent on him but not only that, the only quality time we can spend together is weekend, which is when he goes out to bloody matches. It was an argument that left me trembling couple days after as well. I felt weird in a flat that I was hoping to make feel like home with him and he was distant for all the good reasons. After all, I asked him to cut back on all the matches so we can spend time together. That I don't want to be alone in a flat doing nothing. That I want to be with him but I also want him to keep doing what he loves. Back then we agreed to be flexible about the whole thing having a max of 2 matches a month (roughly every other week) which we both found reasonable. But as my mum warned me about opposition, it surely came...slowly...but it crept up on me today that i can no longer give a fuck and I am so bloody bitter I feel like going berserk. I thought it would be his dad making the biggest fuss, but he turned out to be a man of reason, understanding the reasons for the decision of going to less matches, as the two of us wanting to spend time together. It was boyfriend's best mate that pissed me off so bad I can't even speak without getting tears in my eyes and hateful words on my tongue, spitting venom like a motherfucking viper. That dick of cretin has compared our relationship to his WHEN IT'S ABSOLUTELY FUCKING IRRELEVANT! He is not dealing with having to move flats because landlord has increased rent to a sum we can't afford, he is not dealing with university stress that is sending you to a madhouse. Yes, his girlfriend is also a foreigner. Yes, he works till late at night. Yes, his girlfriend also has exam period now. But no relationship is the same. My boyfriend has made that conscious decision to put hoes before bros and he should fucking shut up instead of being a brat and bitching about not seeing as much football with his mate. I know, it's nice to go and see football with a friend and I am not disputing that. I am highly disappointed at his audacity of bitching about me to my bf and his dad behind my back. About not having the capacity of insight to understand that every fucking person is different. I am so fucking fuming that as I slowly started working my way to liking football, I am throwing the whole fucking concept out of the window as a ten ton tresor right on the idiot's head. I am so bitter. So disappointed. So hurt but all this negativity coming from these people. I am suffering because my boyfriend is put in a position due to this that i don't want him to be in, that I am giving up. I am stepping back and let the fucking football take over this fucking life because I have just reached my level of coping and I can't be fucking bothered with this shit. I am so fucking hateful right now, i have never felt this enraged and helpless and it's a vicious circle. I just wish football never existed. I wish my boyfriend was brought up in a way where he would know more than just football. I wish, I wish, I wish...but at the end of the day, it's all good for nothing and I refuse to wage this war. I have more important things to focus on that this fucking issue. Sorry for any typos and mistakes, i refuse to re-read this rant or I'm gonna blow up.