The boyfriend witnessed something yesterday that I'd hoped he wouldn't for at least a little while longer... he saw the crazy come out in me for a bit. I got upset over something stupid, and it ruined the rest of my afternoon. I was mad for not being able to just let it go, and it was a vicious cycle of frustration and being scared that it would scare him away. He felt helpless because he didn't know what to say or do to help, and I told him that there wasn't really anything. He asked what I was upset about, and I told him I didn't know, which by then was the truth. I wasn't upset about any one specific thing anymore, it was just a snowball rolling down a hill getting bigger and bigger.
Then he said the perfect thing: "I don't know what you're upset about, but if you're worried about me, you shouldn't. I'm not going anywhere, and that's the last thing you should be worried about. So I'm gonna give you some space to work out whatever you need to, but I'm still here."
I know that was part of it. I was scared he would think it wasn't worth it putting up with my emotional spells. But he took it in stride and reassured me that he wasn't going anywhere. It was just the right thing. So I cried a little more then was somehow able to pull myself together, and we had a very pleasant rest of the day.
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