First Visit with My Mother

So Miggity made a good impression on my mother. He brought yellow flowers (which I had mentioned that he needed to get something), but the surprising part was that he wore the kurta she had stitched for him and sent a few months earlier AND he brought me those very $4.00 Milano cookies which he had refused to buy about a week before, which had in-turned spawned off my break-up with him for 1.5 days. Oh well, so we've been trying to get a little time together here and there, but it's usually in the presence of my mother now. We manage to go see a movie together and it was a longer movie than anticipated. He needed to be at some autoparts store by 11PM (the only one that's open that late) and he rushes out, then drives like a maniac, then decides he is not going to make it, so he gets fucking huffed up with ME. NOW who's passive aggressive? Oh, did I mention I paid my own ticket. He'll pay $40 and $50 for golf and $100 for stupid car parts, but he doesn't ever offer to pay for me. Isn't that shitty?!
So he drops me at the door and when I look at him non-verbally saying, "aren't you coming in or aren't we getting ice-cream or anything? this is it?" He blurts out "What's that look for? I still have to clean up the house for tomorrow and patch up a ceiling hole." So, golf, shitty cars, take precedence over a JOB, getting a job and our relationship. I have got to learn how to stick by my guns. I know we have to forgive and all that bullshit, but his priorities are so fuckin out of order.