He just doesn't get it.

"We're you bored?"

I shrugged. "They're your friends and I'm not allowed to drink, so I dunno."

"Oh, you could've drank with them."

"Oh really? I remember your words before as 'if you had even one beer, I'd break up with you in a heartbeat.'"

"Well these were my friends. I know them."

I could drink with his friends but not mine. I only have friends who are his friends. I pointed this out and he convoluted it to at least 3 completely different irrelevant arguments. "It seems like all the times you drank, it ends up bad...I thought you grew up from this...What's the point anyway?"

"It's not about drinking. It's about not being able to have friends who aren't your friends." It bounced back and forth a few more times and he brought up her again. The past again. Priorities again.

Later that night, still both grumpy, he shoved me off the bed into my desk/ chair to get to the bathroom. I snapped. "When I try to get around you, you don't have the fucking courtesy to make an effort to move or make it easier for me! But you shove me off my own damn bed?!" He realized what happened and apologized immediately in a small awkward voice. I wasn't sure what to do next, so I left the room and made some food.

I've never had so many complications with a boyfriend, and never to these magnitudes, but we're still together. We talked about how we've been together for a year and 7 months and how it's going on to 2 years. After deliberation, I still love him. It's strange, and I confuse myself about this many a times. I've heard before that arguments build strong relationships, but...they're so....tiresome.