I just want to share this story, which is both poker and boyfriend related.
My boyfriend and I usually try to avoid each other at the cash tables, because he gets very, very angry when I beat him (I don't when the reverse happens, but I don't remember it happening in quite some time). He can't seem to separate poker from our relationship. It's very weird.
Anyway, the last two times we played prior to yesterday, we ended up at the same table because they started a new table. Both times were generally fine, so when it happened again yesterday, I didn't think much of it. I don't go out of my way to play with him or against him, but we hadn't played a significant pot against each other in some time.
$1/2, I have the BTN, b/f is in the HJ. A guy who likes to make baby raises pre to juice the pot makes it $6, b/f calls, I call with 64o, BB calls. 4 to the flop.
Flop is 753, two clubs. Checks to me, I make it fifteen. B/f is the only caller.
Turn is another 3. B/f checks, I bet $30. He calls.
River is the K of diamonds. No flush. He checks again, I bet $50, he calls. I win with the straight, he shows a 3 and claims he also had a draw (so I assume the flush draw).
Afterwards he starts mouthing something to me but I can't make it out, so he looks irritated and says to never mind. Many hours later when we leave, he asks why I kept betting into him when we were in pots together. I said it was just one pot (true), and that I'm not going to soft play him because it's unethical. He says it's not, and that I'm an idiot for giving more rake to the house.
So yeah, I'm never playing at a cash table with him again. For some reason I'm a bad person because I bet, but he can bet or call or whatever and that's fine and it's all my fault.
This is really pretty minor, but his inability to admit how hypocritical he's being (why was it okay for him to call but not okay for me to bet? so he wants me to just check it down until he hits a flush or a boat and then what, he's not going to bet himself? Come on!), and he sucked all the fun out of what should have been the pleasant end of the evening.
I finished up $850. He lost $450. Maybe that had something to do with it, too.
Interestingly enough, when he won $500 the week before, I was happy for him.