u/Honeys_Pie

We were arguing over doctors. I said that i think many doctors, especially gynecologists, are lazy to reach a precise diagnosis or find the best treatment for a patient because they often prescribe hormonal birth control to hide the symptoms. My bf answered that he doesn't know any woman that takes hormones (except me), and that i have no say in the medical field because a doctor has a diploma and knows what they're doing. That led to me reminding him about my "mysterious" colon problem which 3 doctors couldn't solve, and they diagnosed me IBS ignoring the mild inflammation seen on the colonscopy, and didn't care about the atrocious pain i was in and both red and black blood i pass when i go to the toilet (NOT symptom of IBS). He answered me that i should've tried going to his family doctor.

Then i mentioned about my 8 years in therapy where i had to swing back and forth between numerous therapists and psychiatrists, that never knew what to say to me and i had to sit there telling me my life story while they stared at me and took my money- i had to wait for 7 years for a half assed diagnosis and psych meds that made me even more depressed. He told me that he doesn't believe me, and then yelled at me like an abusive dad saying that he's tired of me spitting nonsense and of me acting like i know better than a person that studied medicine. I was so startled i didn't know what to say, and because of my past he knows just how terrified i am of people raising their voice. I acted like everything's fine but i feel such a deep heaviness it's actually not funny.

We were arguing over doctors. I said that i think many doctors, especially gynecologists, are lazy to reach a precise diagnosis or find the best treatment for a patient because they often prescribe hormonal birth control to hide the symptoms. My bf answered that he doesn't know any woman that takes hormones (except me), and that i have no say in the medical field because a doctor has a diploma and knows what they're doing. That led to me reminding him about my "mysterious" colon problem which 3 doctors couldn't solve, and they diagnosed me IBS ignoring the mild inflammation seen on the colonscopy, and didn't care about the atrocious pain i was in and both red and black blood i pass when i go to the toilet (NOT symptom of IBS). He answered me that i should've tried going to his family doctor.

Then i mentioned about my 8 years in therapy where i had to swing back and forth between numerous therapists and psychiatrists, that never knew what to say to me and i had to sit there telling me my life story while they stared at me and took my money- i had to wait for 7 years for a half assed diagnosis and psych meds that made me even more depressed. He told me that he doesn't believe me, and then yelled at me like an abusive dad saying that he's tired of me spitting nonsense and of me acting like i know better than a person that studied medicine. I was so startled i didn't know what to say, and because of my past he knows just how terrified i am of people raising their voice. I acted like everything's fine but i feel such a deep heaviness it's actually not funny.

It's not "just a break for a week" it's an agonizing wait to hear you say either "i want to preserve the relationship" or "i want to leave you". You told me that i can stay calm, that it's more likely things will be back how they were before because you love me, but why do you act like a stranger when we break into eachother? No hello's, no goodbyes, no "tell me when you'll be home safe" when i take the bus, just "what are you doing here?". It's just a break, so why am i bawling my eyes out while you play card games with your friends?

I respect your limits, but i don't think you understand how agonizing for me to be here waiting. I feel like i'm spinning the lucky wheel hoping it'll land on the good option, while you act like i should be on a field trip. The days are long, and the nights even longer. I try not to think about you, but no matter what i can't fall asleep, even when my eyes are tired. And when i do, i ironically wake up early, when i just want to sleep a bit longer. My heart beats so fast like i'm running a marathon, and it's hard to breathe.

You tell me i'm cruel when i give you the cold shoulder for a few hours when i feel unheard, while you're just when you tell me to wait for you for a week or two. I fear you're taking my patience for granted because you know how much you matter to me. I fear you see me like an obedient dog just because i don't bite.

I love you, but i fear i won't be able to show it like before if you actually come back.

It's not "just a break for a week" it's an agonizing wait to hear you say either "i want to preserve the relationship" or "i want to leave you". You told me that i can stay calm, that it's more likely things will be back how they were before because you love me, but why do you act like a stranger when we break into eachother? No hello's, no goodbyes, no "tell me when you'll be home safe" when i take the bus, just "what are you doing here?". It's just a break, so why am i bawling my eyes out while you play card games with your friends?

I respect your limits, but i don't think you understand how agonizing for me to be here waiting. I feel like i'm spinning the lucky wheel hoping it'll land on the good option, while you act like i should be on a field trip. The days are long, and the nights even longer. I try not to think about you, but no matter what i can't fall asleep, even when my eyes are tired. And when i do, i ironically wake up early, when i just want to sleep a bit longer. My heart beats so fast like i'm running a marathon, and it's hard to breathe.

You tell me i'm cruel when i give you the cold shoulder for a few hours when i feel unheard, while you're just when you tell me to wait for you for a week or two. I fear you're taking my patience for granted because you know how much you matter to me. I fear you see me like an obedient dog just because i don't bite.

I love you, but i fear i won't be able to show it like before if you actually come back.

We argued about some bullshit yesterday. I wont go into details but we've been in a bit of a conflictual relationship lately- not like yelling or beating each other up level conflictual, but it gets to a point where one of us doesn't feel heard out so it turns into silent treatment. I thought that yesterday evening was fine, he got upset over something i blurted out and i said sorry, thinking we'd get over it the next day. However, today he came to my house because he had to stay over for the weekend, and he was still extremely upset. Then i didn't see any bag with his clothes in his car, so i immediately knew something was wrong. He then told me with a heavy heart that he wants a break.

He assured me that it's just a break of 1 or 2 weeks max, and that he still loves me so it's more than likely that we'll just see eachother next saturday like nothing happened. However until then, we won't speak or see eachother. He was sweet, kissed me everywhere but put the limit on the lips, and he acted normal enough- but it seemed like the more i clinged to him, the more he wanted to hurry. He told me it's because i'm making it harder for him to leave much more than i should, so i left him alone. But i really don't know what to think or to do- he sweared he just wants a week to think, to be by himself, but is it actually true? Should i actually stop texting him, can i at least text him the usual goodnight or i love you? Or do i really have to shut up for a whole week?

I really feel like i'm going crazy. I hate staying silent, i hate it. I want someone to calm me down.

We argued about some bullshit yesterday. I wont go into details but we've been in a bit of a conflictual relationship lately- not like yelling or beating each other up level conflictual, but it gets to a point where one of us doesn't feel heard out so it turns into silent treatment. I thought that yesterday evening was fine, he got upset over something i blurted out and i said sorry, thinking we'd get over it the next day. However, today he came to my house because he had to stay over for the weekend, and he was still extremely upset. Then i didn't see any bag with his clothes in his car, so i immediately knew something was wrong. He then told me with a heavy heart that he wants a break.

He assured me that it's just a break of 1 or 2 weeks max, and that he still loves me so it's more than likely that we'll just see eachother next saturday like nothing happened. However until then, we won't speak or see eachother. He was sweet, kissed me everywhere but put the limit on the lips, and he acted normal enough- but it seemed like the more i clinged to him, the more he wanted to hurry. He told me it's because i'm making it harder for him to leave much more than i should, so i left him alone. But i really don't know what to think or to do- he sweared he just wants a week to think, to be by himself, but is it actually true? Should i actually stop texting him, can i at least text him the usual goodnight or i love you? Or do i really have to shut up for a whole week?

I really feel like i'm going crazy. I hate staying silent, i hate it. I want someone to calm me down.

To make it clear, my dad and my mother basically hate eachother. They argue regularly, but it has never gotten as serious as today. Long story short my parents argued over dumb shit and my dad called the cops when the argument got heated, and my mother kicked him out of the house in response. They yelled at eachother like they were about to beat eachother up, and i didn't have the courage to do anything. When my mother kicked my dad out, i didn't have any balls to argue with her cause i know she'd beat me up and threaten me if i did, and she's so abusive and mentally unstable that i actually fear for myself.

The cops came, i talked with them, and i texted and called my boyfriend for comfort. He didn't pick up, texted me later and he didn't pick up the severity of the situation. I told him i was desperate for support, and all he said is "im here, it's not like i abandoned you" while he was still with his friends having fun. I told him i wanted him to call me back, and he did, but he literally seemed unfazed by what i said. The situation DID seem dumb because it's not like you usually call the cops over an argument, but he knows just how much it's painful for me to see my parents trying to kill eachother and i have to be the mediator between it all. I was literally sobbing and i thought he'd understand that it's much more important to drive to me to comfort me, and not continue playing card games with his friends.

He just thought the situation was funny because my parents argued over a dumb reason. I don't know what to think, i don't even know if it's reasonable to be angry with my boyfriend. I really just wanted to be comforted face to face because literal cops came to my house and now my dad is outside with the keys stolen from my mother.