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Oh my, this sounds like my life at 25, right down to the scene of coming home to the sweet-but-ambitionless boyfriend passed out on the couch with a beer in front of a Simpsons rerun. In my case, boyfriend #2 was a brilliant, charming, sexy, and probably sociopathic addict.
What did I do? I ditched both of them. I moved across the country and got my Ph.D. I'm now a successful academic. I never looked back.
Lesson: you're 25. You're smart. You have ambition. You have no use for either one of these losers.