I dumped a boyfriend because he spent too much time with his parents.
Every. Weekend. He would drive 110 mi each way to the hayfields of western Oklahoma and stay at his parents, sleeping in his bedroom that remained unchanged from his high school years. If he got out of work early, he'd leave early. A day off or 3-day weekend? Mom and Dad's house. I was the first boyfriend he took to see them.
He didn't have to worry about his weekend chores. He brought his laundry (Mom washed it), and returned home loaded down with leftovers and frozen meals, made by Mom, of course. With all that, a morning bagel and an occasional restaurant meal, and he was all figured out for the week.
His parents knew he was gay, but still spoke of him, in his 30s, as perhaps about to grow out of this phase. They referred to their son as "a single." For that reason, I had to sleep in a room separate from my boyfriend when I visited. I made a joke about bundling boards that fell on deaf ears.
What did we do out there? A lot of chores. Up and outside by 7:30 am, pulling weeds, fixing shit, remodeling shit, bringing in the fucking sheaves. It wasn't terrible, but it was odd. They didn't really interact so much as they played hobby farm.
And they didn't get along totally well. Mom and Dad were sorta condescending and passive aggressive with their son, who really was a total sweetheart (and momma's boy). I thought his dad was a closet case. They argued a lot about stupid shit. Sometimes his dad would go on these aspie rants about something, getting louder and louder as he spoke. His parents didn't take much of an interest in me personally. I was more like furniture than his son's boyfriend.
We would nearly always stay late on Sunday. We would plan to leave after lunch, but it would stretch past dinner. We'd get home late, and because we hadn't gone to see my mother, I had to catch up on my own laundry, errands and cooking during the week.
I realized this wasn't going to work for me long-term. I suggested not going one or two weekends a month. "But what would I do all weekend?" "Your own cooking and washing, and maybe spending some time with your friends." "I'd rather see my parents." "I get that, but you say you want a relationship, and that's not going to happen if all your weekends are spent with parents who are still in the closet about you. And your boyfriends might not feel like mulching cabbage on an acreage in rural Oklahoma on their days off."
I ended things quickly with him after that. We are still friends. He moved out of state for work which was good for him, allowing him to have his own interests and free time. He got a boyfriend too, and they've been together over 10 years now.