I'm writing my very first book and I'm kind of excited, but I keep running into this nasty habit of trying to get it perfect. I have my story outlined and everything and separated into 3 acts, but I'm worried about making it perfect, I guess.
How did you guys get past your rough draft? What routines did you take and things you did?
I’ve (F24) been broken up with my boyfriend (M23) for over a week now. I’ve been experiencing great heartbreak, and I have been reflecting on the last few weeks, and I wanted to talk about something that happened about two weeks ago.
For context, my boyfriend needed a ride to the hospital. We gotten tested for STD’s back in late April and while I came back with nothing, he came back with chlamydia and gonorrhea in his urine. He told me that the STD laid dormant in his system back in December before we started dating. On Cinco De Mayo, he asked me if I could take him to the provider so that he could pick up his medicine to treat the STD. I was craving Hamburger Helper and asked him if he and his roommate (M21) would like some. He told me yes and informed me that his friends were coming over to celebrate.
I got off work and drove over to his place to pick him up. I dropped him off at the hospital so that they could treat him, and since the hospital was closer to the grocery store, I went over there to buy some ingredients. I went home and cooked the meal, and my boyfriend texted me that he was done and told me he can pick me up whenever I have the time. So I hurried and finished cooking the meal, gathered around 6 plates and went back to the hospital to pick him up.
We got back to his apartment where I put the plates up. He asks me which plate was his, and I told him to grab whatever he liked, since they were all the same; it was homemade Hamburger Helper, cornbread and green beans. His roommate gets a plate, thanks me and goes into his room. My boyfriend finishes his plate and goes to grab another. At this point, his friends haven’t come over yet, and his fridge is empty, so there would be no food for them to eat. I told him to hold off on eating another plate because his friends were coming over.
He gets annoyed and asks why I care. He goes, “Fuck them!” and says that he should eat more because we’re together. He gets upset that I didn’t give him “the biggest portions” of food because I should know he’s a big guy that likes to eat. He wanted me to make the biggest plate because we were together, and he didn’t want the same size portions as everyone else.
I made sure everyone got the same amount, not because I hated him or I didn’t care, but because I just wanted to make sure everyone ate. This turns into a full-blown argument for over an hour about how he thinks I’m too considerate for other people, but especially other men. He mentioned on how whenever I left to go get McDonalds, while I would buy him food, I’d ask his roommate if he wanted anything. He said it was inappropriate and that I needed to worry about us.
I was so confused because honestly, I wasn’t sure what exactly I did wrong. The plate wasn’t tiny portions, I made sure it was a full plate. I even told him if his friends didn’t come over that he can have the rest, I just wanted to make sure everyone ate for Cinco De Mayo.
I don’t know. I feel so lost. He broke up with me later that week for other things, but he told me he wasn’t happy with me, and I was slowing him down in the relationship. I’ve been reflecting on what I did wrong in the relationship, but I wanted others’ opinions. He told me that other people would say that I was wrong, and he was right, and I guess I’m here to confirm that.
I’ve (F24) been broken up with my boyfriend (M23) for over a week now. I have been reflecting, and I wanted to talk about something that happened two weeks ago.
For context, my boyfriend (We'll call him Q) needed a ride to the hospital. We got tested for STD’s back in April and while I came back with nothing, he came back with chlamydia and gonorrhea. He told me that the STD laid dormant in his system back in December before we dated. On Cinco De Mayo, he asked me if I could take him to the provider so that he could pick up his medicine to treat the STD. I was craving Hamburger Helper and asked him if he and his roommate (M21) would like some. He told me yes and informed me that his friends were coming over to celebrate.
I got off work and drove over to his place to pick him up. I dropped him off at the hospital and went to the store. I went home and cooked the meal, and Q texted me that he was done. I hurried and finished cooking the meal, got some plates and went back to the hospital.
We got back to his apartment. He asks me which plate was his, and I told him to grab whatever he liked, since they were all the same. His roommate gets a plate, thanks me and goes into his room. Q finishes his plate and goes to grab another. At this point, his friends haven’t come over yet, and his fridge is empty, so there would be no food for them to eat. I told him to hold off on eating another plate because his friends were coming over.
He gets annoyed and asks why I care. He goes, “Fuck them!” and says that he should eat more because we’re together. He gets upset that I didn’t give him “the biggest portions” of food because I should know he’s a big guy that likes to eat. He wanted me to make the biggest plate because we were together, and he didn’t want the same size portions as everyone else.
I made sure everyone got the same amount, not because I hated him or I didn’t care, but because I just wanted to make sure everyone ate. This turns into a full-blown argument for over an hour about how he thinks I’m too considerate for other people, but especially other men. He mentioned on how whenever I left to go get McDonalds, while I would buy him food, I’d ask his roommate if he wanted anything. He said it was inappropriate and that I needed to worry about us.
I was so confused because honestly, I wasn’t sure what exactly I did wrong. The plate wasn’t tiny portions; I made sure it was a full plate. I even told him if his friends didn’t come over that he can have the rest, I just wanted to make sure everyone ate for Cinco De Mayo.
I don’t know. I feel so lost. He broke up with me later that week for other things, but he told me he wasn’t happy with me, and I was slowing him down in the relationship. I’ve been reflecting on what I did wrong in the relationship, but I wanted others’ opinions. He told me that other people would say that I was wrong, and he was right, and I guess I’m here to confirm that.