Last Friday night I was feeling VERY unwell. Like I should have been at the psych ER unwell. I followed my safety plan and contacted my boyfriend, who was, as usual, out with friends. He actually refused to come home.
My ex-husband was next on the list, and he kept me safe until my boyfriend came home so I wouldn't be alone.
When I tried to talk to my boyfriend about it a few days later, he accused me of going out of my way to hurt him. I genuinely feel like his friends are more important to him than I am. Well, I've always felt that way, but this really clinched it. Apparently his fun means more to him than my life.
Thanks for reading. I just needed to get that off my chest.
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