So my boyfriend is the stereotypical “girl” in the relationship. Don’t tisk-tisk, I really don’t like stereotypes, but in this case it just fits too well.
He complains about me not showing enough affection. He is needy. He literally said today “I need you to show more affection”. Seriously? I’m not a super affection-showing feeling-telling person. Ever. And I tell him that I love him every morning and night and sometimes a few times in the middle.
He texts me non-stop every day. I understand that he is at home for the summer and not all of his friends are there and he has a lot of spare time, but I work full time. I have the best internship in the world and I work over seventy hours a week. And I love it. But I do not have the time to be constantly texting you giving you a beat-by-beat analysis of my day. Quite frankly, I do not necessarily care what minuscule tasks you are doing today.
And yes, I’m sour with him. Care to know why?
I was in an accident two weeks ago yesterday. I fainted while driving a golf cart and crashed into the woods. I had staples in my head, a concussion, swelling on my face and neck, and bruises covering the entire left side of my body. He and my brother and bro’s girlfriend were all coming to visit me that weekend. So Brother and girlfriend were in the trauma ward with me for six hours. And boyfriend showed up at my house eight hours after the accident. He stayed there for three days. During this time, I had a black eye and my jaw was swollen and couldn’t open all the way. Normal motions like eating a sandwich and opening all the way to yawn were painful and just not happening for me. On the third day, while we were canoodling, he asked me for a blowjob. A FUCKING BLOWJOB. You have got to be kidding me.
I’m allowed to be sour still, aren’t I? I think yes.
Oh and everything that he’s having such a tough time handling I’ve been through too. Not like everyone handles it the same way, but I can’t take it when people whine to me because they aren’t in control of their emotions. I keep mine under control, I find ways to let go like exercise and music and dance. Please, do me the favor and not whine. I wasn’t whining a few weeks ago, I was apologizing to the EMTs for crying and promising them that I never cry. I think boyfriend needs to keep his shit under control and stop bugging me with it.