Okay, let me spill how I survived dating a Virgo dude with major control issues. This ain’t no astrology fluff – straight-up battlefield report.
The Mess I Started With
So my Virgo ex? Total perfectionist dictator. Freaked if spoons faced the wrong way in the dishwasher. If I cooked, he’d “fix” my sauce while I was stirring. Dude micromanaged my damn breathing rhythm.
Step 1: Called Out The BS (Gently)
Waited till he critiqued my laundry folding – again. Put my hand up like a stop sign. Said calm: “Hold up. When you rearrange my folded shirts, it feels like you think I’m incompetent. That hurt.” Shocked him silent. First time.
Step 2: Put Hard Lines Down
Started noticing patterns. Every Sunday he’d “advise” me on life goals. Noped out. Told him: “Sundays are my recharge days. Unsolicited advice = instant hangup.” Hung up twice when he tried. He learned damn quick.
Step 3: Flipped The Script On Critiques
His favorite hobby: diagnosing my “flaws.” Next rant about my messy car? Replied: “Interesting! Now tell me three things you love about this messy girl.” Watched his brain blue-screen. Demanded balance.
Step 4: Trained The Fix-It Reflex
Caught him reorganizing my pantry (again). Made him put every damn bean can BACK. Stood there crossing arms: “Unless it’s bleeding or burning, don’t touch my systems. Ask first.” He sweated bullets putting things back wrong.
Results? Mixed But Better
Still nitpicky, BUT now:
- Pauses before correcting my grammar
- Asks “Want solutions or just vent?” before launching advice
- Stares longingly at my crooked picture frames but doesn’t touch
Key lesson? Virgos need concrete rules like plants need water. Show consequences. Exit when they stomp boundaries. Still exhausting, but now breathes space into the bond.
