PurpleOWL
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- Jul 20, 2014
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I am in a wicked poopy situation. I'm pretty sure I'm in an emotionally abusive and controling relationship. I'm almost 22, and my boyfriend of 4 years is also 22, we have been together since high school.
I love him to death. He is my other half. He understands me and I understand him. He's seen me at my worst, at my lowest point and he still loves me, and I him. I have lived a hard life, and he is the only one who hasn't said "oh crap" and ran away.
When we met, I was at one of my worst points of my anxiety. I have severe geberalized anxiety disorder, and he just said "kay" and loved me any way. I couldn't hold a job, I didn't (and still don't) drive. Throughout the years I finally got the treatment I needed, and as I got better, he got madder. I went from hiding in my house to becoming a part of society and he doesn't like that. Long story short, I finally have my first awesome job that I am doing fantasictally in. It's my longest job ever, almost a year. I am so proud of myself. And all he can think about is how many people I talk to during the work day. I tell him about a customer and instead of saying nice things like "yay" or "thats good" or "they shouldn't have treated you that way" he asks "is he cute?" and "how old is he?" and "is it a guy?" and everything just short of "why the eff are you talking to them?!". He asked me the other day "what do you like most about your job?". I replied "I love how I'm not sitting at home hiding in my house any more. Even though I have to wake up early, or work late, I still have this satisfaction sensation that reminds me every day that I did it, and I'm not even done yet". Instead of supporting me, he goes "you just like talking to all the guys you see." Yes, I do love my customers. I live in a very small town, I see the same people every day. Most of them are old. And they all treat me as if I'm a part of their family, and I love it. I love everything about my job. And all he can think about is the people I talk to throughout the day. I told him that I can't remember every single person that I talk to, what I said, what time and so on.
The other day I had one of my customers texted me (I have my number on facebook, and all he does is bum butts off of me, he wanted to see if I had any). I was with my boyfriend and he flipped. He made me feel so bad for lying to him. But I'm not doing anything wrong. All I did was not tell him right away that he liked to bum cigarettes (even though I did, my boyfriend has a terrible memory because drugs). So now we're on a standoff. He thinks I'm lying to him. He texted this kid and said that I'm not allowed to talk to him, and he isn't allowed to talk to me. "I know you'll see her at the store, but do not talk to her and do not try to contact her".
I just... don't know what to do. I know he loves me by getting defensive, but I'm to the point where I'm afraid to tell him anything because I don't want a normal conversation to turn into a fight, like most of the time. And, with my anxiety issues, I get extra careful. I walk on eggshells every day and I just don't know what to do anymore. He doesn't understand why I feel this way towards him, and he doesn't bother to. I don't know i just...I don't know...
/rant.
I love him to death. He is my other half. He understands me and I understand him. He's seen me at my worst, at my lowest point and he still loves me, and I him. I have lived a hard life, and he is the only one who hasn't said "oh crap" and ran away.
When we met, I was at one of my worst points of my anxiety. I have severe geberalized anxiety disorder, and he just said "kay" and loved me any way. I couldn't hold a job, I didn't (and still don't) drive. Throughout the years I finally got the treatment I needed, and as I got better, he got madder. I went from hiding in my house to becoming a part of society and he doesn't like that. Long story short, I finally have my first awesome job that I am doing fantasictally in. It's my longest job ever, almost a year. I am so proud of myself. And all he can think about is how many people I talk to during the work day. I tell him about a customer and instead of saying nice things like "yay" or "thats good" or "they shouldn't have treated you that way" he asks "is he cute?" and "how old is he?" and "is it a guy?" and everything just short of "why the eff are you talking to them?!". He asked me the other day "what do you like most about your job?". I replied "I love how I'm not sitting at home hiding in my house any more. Even though I have to wake up early, or work late, I still have this satisfaction sensation that reminds me every day that I did it, and I'm not even done yet". Instead of supporting me, he goes "you just like talking to all the guys you see." Yes, I do love my customers. I live in a very small town, I see the same people every day. Most of them are old. And they all treat me as if I'm a part of their family, and I love it. I love everything about my job. And all he can think about is the people I talk to throughout the day. I told him that I can't remember every single person that I talk to, what I said, what time and so on.
The other day I had one of my customers texted me (I have my number on facebook, and all he does is bum butts off of me, he wanted to see if I had any). I was with my boyfriend and he flipped. He made me feel so bad for lying to him. But I'm not doing anything wrong. All I did was not tell him right away that he liked to bum cigarettes (even though I did, my boyfriend has a terrible memory because drugs). So now we're on a standoff. He thinks I'm lying to him. He texted this kid and said that I'm not allowed to talk to him, and he isn't allowed to talk to me. "I know you'll see her at the store, but do not talk to her and do not try to contact her".
I just... don't know what to do. I know he loves me by getting defensive, but I'm to the point where I'm afraid to tell him anything because I don't want a normal conversation to turn into a fight, like most of the time. And, with my anxiety issues, I get extra careful. I walk on eggshells every day and I just don't know what to do anymore. He doesn't understand why I feel this way towards him, and he doesn't bother to. I don't know i just...I don't know...
/rant.