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Things are good, except for all the horribleness

A letter to Dan Savage's column, Savage Love, begins:
I am a 26-year-old female, and I've been with my boyfriend for almost five years. Our relationship is pretty good, for the most part, but I'm having a few reservations. I don't really know how to broach this subject, because I feel like I'm just being a bratty little princess. But here it goes:
OK, with that kind of opening, you figure, what, she's got some kind of minor complaint that's still maybe worth writing to an advice columnist about - maybe she doesn't get along with his mother, or he doesn't shower as often as he should, something like that.

But then this woman, whose "relationship is pretty good," goes on to detail the following facts about her boyfriend:

-He insists that they split the bills 50-50, even though he makes four times what she does.

-If she eats more than her share, he makes her pay him back.

-He won't give her a ride anywhere, even though she doesn't have a car, unless he's already going that way, and even then he makes her pay for gas.

-He takes her out for dinner on her birthday, but tells her: "If it goes over $50, you're paying the rest."

-She called him in the middle of the night, "stranded in the middle of nowhere," and the boyfriend told her to call her other friends first; if none of them could get her, he would - but she'd still have to pay for gas.

-They only have sex in the positions that he wants; if she asks to change positions, he gets angry and stops. Thus, if she wants to have sex at all, she must "pretend it doesn't hurt to have my legs pushed so far back they're gonna pop out of my hip sockets."

But other than that, the relationship is "pretty good."

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