Update:
So, we were chatting on the phone last night, having a nice conversation, I thought. Then, out of the blue, he volunteered the fact that he doesn't want to get married. Not right now, anyway. The reason he gave was, "I am what I am." WTF? that's not a reason! He then went on and on about how much he loves me, how he doesn't want us to split up...
So I replied that I've been plenty patient, and I deserve a feckin commitment. I'm proud of myself- although I was choking back tears of rage and betrayal, I didn't raise my voice. In fact, I ended up going numb after a few minutes. I told him that the ball was in his court, that he is the one deciding if we stay together or not. When he repeated that he "is what he is," I replied that I am what I am, too, that I will be getting married, and I hope like hell that he'll be the lucky guy I share my life with, but if he chooses not to be, well that's his decision. There are plenty of men who do believe in commitment and permanence, and perhaps I'd do well to keep my options open.
Why in hell would he want anything to change? He's got such a hell of a deal: a woman who supports herself and has her own apartment, but who comes over three nights a week to clean his filthy house and cater to his sexual needs, then leaves so he can have his damned space. No wonder he loves the status quo.
The whole thing got me very upset. I told him I consider it a very bad sign that I don't feel much like fighting for this; a woman only gives up fighting when she ceases to care about the outcome anymore. Also, I consider it a bad sign that I'm starting to look wistfully at other men; I'm not going to cheat on him, ever, but I do find myself looking at guys I know and developing little crushes, idealizing them a bit. Maybe mentally preparing myself for being single again- something he told me I'd never ever be again. Finally I cut the conversation short, telling him that we'd revisit this discussion in one month's time, to see what's changed and decide what to do. He's of the impression that we don't need to change anything, but I can't go on being miserable. Twenty-nine days to go.