An ex from about 25 years ago:
We were on holiday in Washington DC (late 90s) and he decided to go into every music shop we passed to ask if they had any Aphex Twin. He had lots of Aphex Twin, he just wanted to educate the Americans on British music artists. They would generally look rather bemused and say no but they did have some Moby.
We were once sitting in my Mum’s kitchen and the drop leaf on her kitchen table collapsed and a couple of glasses smashed on the floor. He then SULKED because “it had been all hectic”.
After his bachelor’s degree, he went to work for his sister’s boyfriend’s firm and got fired for taking naps on the job.
I lent him quite a lot of money to do a Master’s and, while he was doing it, found him a bunch of graduate jobs to apply to once he was finished. I have no idea why he didn’t apply for any graduate jobs while he was doing his first degree.
Once we both had our first graduate jobs, he broke up with me a week before my first set of professional exams. Then rang me the day before my last exam to say that he really regretted it and wanted to come round. He was appalled when I said no and kept saying “What, I can’t come round AT ALL?!?”. He was really surprised when he said that he wanted to know if I would have him back, like, now and I said in that case, no, I’m not interested in getting back together.
You know what? I learnt a lot (mainly to spot red flags and general wankiness).