I was thinking today about previous relationships where for whatever reason something was amiss...and then I realised I was really in a relationship with a CF! That moment of clarity when you just have to end it, the instance when you have to show them the door forever.
One that I will never forget was, I had been seeing him for 6 weeks or so. I had noticed he was somewhat of a tightwad, (more like Ebeneezer Scrooge, looking back). However me being me (a mug) gave him the benefit of the doubt until this happened...
He said he would order us an Indian Meal, as I had paid two weeks on the trot for dinner. He turned up with a carrier bag which contained two Morrison's curries! That should have really have been the red flag! Later he suddenly jumped up and announced he was going to the loo. I was sitting downstairs for a good ten minutes when I heard him moving around in my spare bedroom!??? I went upstairs to see him with a tape measure in his hand measuring up the room. I asked him what he was doing, to which he replied I'm just seeing if I can fit all my keyboards in here! Then announced he would rent his place out and move in with me, that way he could make a 'few Bob'
I suddenly developed a headache and asked him to leave.
The worst of it is that he turned up the following Saturday! 