“Life, to me, is not that simple”

As I try, for the hundredth time, to set some clear boundaries that I truly need with a person with whom there is a complicated relationship on multiple tricky levels, “Life, to me, is not that simple” is the response I get from this straight, monogamous, heteronormative, white cis-man who’s spent his entire life in California. 

“Duuuuude!!!! You are telling me that life isn’t simple?!?

I grew up in a multi-ethnic environment with clashing cultures, speaking three languages, as a trans kid with neurodivergence when these concepts hardly had words to describe them, let alone be accepted; I’ve been gender-nonconforming, non-binary, pansexual, and polyamorous my entire life, even before I was wholly aware of it and before society had words for these concepts; I’ve lived in half a dozen countries; I’m in the process of getting my full name and gender-marker legally changed, thus effectively redefining myself to the world — and you think that for me life is simple?!?

It is precisely because life isn’t simple and because the relationship between us is a “prime example” of this (as you say) that we need to not only establish boundaries but also respect those boundaries and acknowledge when we didn’t, or don’t, do it.” 

Do I reply to him like this, thus continuing a conversation of which I’m sick and tired, or do I just ignore him? 

[Disclaimer: I know the above response I jotted down can sound petty, bordering on victimism, and is making a bunch of assumptions; being petty, acting the victim, or making assumptions really are not my intentions: I just needed to vent in a “safe space”.]