I told my boyfriend tonight about something that was bothering me [unrelated to our relationship]. He became worried and I told him simply to go to sleep as it was late and I was [for the most part] fine.
"No, your not Mara, you've been dealing with this for weeks without telling me..."
"No, I haven't. I've only been feeling like this for the last week or so and I did tell you."
"I'm worried."
"Why?"
"Because obviously there is something bothering you but when I ask you to talk about it you act like there's nothing wrong only for us to be back here a week later."
"I'm sorry. I won't bring it up again."
"I'm not saying don't bring it up. I want you to share with me. I'm just saying don't tell me nothing's wrong when something is."
After this, I pretty much refused to talk anymore and told him goodnight. I'm not pissed, but I am a bit miffed that somehow me being depressed became about him and me telling him things. I feel this is a common pattern. I get upset, I try to talk to him about it, and he offers little to no comfort but does mention something related to him.
It also is starting to severely annoy me that he feels somewhat entitled to know every little problem or thing that upsets me. If you know anything about me, you know that I internalize my problems. I don't like talking things over with people because I find people usually offer little to no comfort or somehow seem to make my issues about them.
If you leave me alone long enough usually I'll get over whatever is bothering me. The thing with him is that he won't let things rest. He is constantly asking me what's wrong if I act the slightest bit off and usually nothing is wrong and I tell him so, but he never seems to believe me or let it go.
Right now, like I said, I'm not pissed, but I am a bit miffed that every time I do tell him something is wrong he gets worried I end up comforting him and swallowing down what's wrong with me or he goes on some rant about how I should have told him sooner.
Honestly, I don't know if I should bring this up or not, but it's starting to grate on my nerves. I just feel like, at the least, I want him to stop asking me what's wrong all the time and accept the fact that I'm just not the type of person to have some big pow wow about everything that upsets me.
Or am I overreacting and should leave well enough alone?
"No, your not Mara, you've been dealing with this for weeks without telling me..."
"No, I haven't. I've only been feeling like this for the last week or so and I did tell you."
"I'm worried."
"Why?"
"Because obviously there is something bothering you but when I ask you to talk about it you act like there's nothing wrong only for us to be back here a week later."
"I'm sorry. I won't bring it up again."
"I'm not saying don't bring it up. I want you to share with me. I'm just saying don't tell me nothing's wrong when something is."
After this, I pretty much refused to talk anymore and told him goodnight. I'm not pissed, but I am a bit miffed that somehow me being depressed became about him and me telling him things. I feel this is a common pattern. I get upset, I try to talk to him about it, and he offers little to no comfort but does mention something related to him.
It also is starting to severely annoy me that he feels somewhat entitled to know every little problem or thing that upsets me. If you know anything about me, you know that I internalize my problems. I don't like talking things over with people because I find people usually offer little to no comfort or somehow seem to make my issues about them.
If you leave me alone long enough usually I'll get over whatever is bothering me. The thing with him is that he won't let things rest. He is constantly asking me what's wrong if I act the slightest bit off and usually nothing is wrong and I tell him so, but he never seems to believe me or let it go.
Right now, like I said, I'm not pissed, but I am a bit miffed that every time I do tell him something is wrong he gets worried I end up comforting him and swallowing down what's wrong with me or he goes on some rant about how I should have told him sooner.
Honestly, I don't know if I should bring this up or not, but it's starting to grate on my nerves. I just feel like, at the least, I want him to stop asking me what's wrong all the time and accept the fact that I'm just not the type of person to have some big pow wow about everything that upsets me.
Or am I overreacting and should leave well enough alone?
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