I have been in a relationship with my boyfriend for 4 years. When we first got together, I was not on antidepressant medication. Shortly into our relationship, I was prescribed cetalopram. It caused me to gain 30+ pounds. I did not like this so I tried to lose weight. Nothing I did helped, so I tapered off my medication. I stopped abruptly after getting down to 5mg. Since my cessation, I have been a bit snappy with my boyfriend. I have found him to be highly critical of me and always complaining about what I say, what I do, how I dress. I simply do not think he likes me sometimes. Sometimes I think he is only with me because he has formed a bond with me and breaking up with me will cause heartache.
Well, one day I did not eat any lunch and got home very late. I wanted to eat in bed (because I have this weird thing about not being able to relax in living rooms or kitchens). He did not get any sleep last night and just wanted to go to bed. I asked if I could eat in bed, he said yes but only if I don't make us stay up too late. I did not feel like listening to his rushing me or complaining the entire time I eat, so I snapped at him and said "I guess I just won't eat." Shortly after going to bed, I told him I did not like that I snapped at him. He as previously said I speak to him in a hostile tone and I snap at him and he is not going to take that. So I felt like shit for snapping at him.
Well we move on. We have a funeral to go to. I am wearing black and am waiting for him to criticize my outfit. He looks at me for a moment and does not say anything. Okay. I am sort of following him around because I don't want to sit down since I lint rolled myself and we have pets. He turns around and asks me if I need anything because I'm following him. I said no. So, realizing we got ready too early, I go into the office to try to get some college school work done. He comes in there, stops me, puts his fingers in my ears, moves my head so I can't read the material. I already don't want to do this shit. I get this angry feeling like I'm about to snap at him. So I calmly tell him that I'm in a mood. He huffs and asks why I'm in a mood. I tell him because of my antidepressant withdrawal and that I don't want to say anything rude to him or snap at him so I am respectfully and kindly telling him that I don't want to be messed with at the moment. He says "that's all the time" and walks out of the office. Every ounce of my body had to be used not to blow up at him and start a huge f*cking fight. Every. Ounce.
So I am on here, ranting and wondering if I am in the right relationship because not even respectfully asking for space is good enough. I'm just a f*cking asshole who doesn't dress right, eat right, speak right, do anything right. I'm just here to idk f*cking suck cock and smile about it.
Well, one day I did not eat any lunch and got home very late. I wanted to eat in bed (because I have this weird thing about not being able to relax in living rooms or kitchens). He did not get any sleep last night and just wanted to go to bed. I asked if I could eat in bed, he said yes but only if I don't make us stay up too late. I did not feel like listening to his rushing me or complaining the entire time I eat, so I snapped at him and said "I guess I just won't eat." Shortly after going to bed, I told him I did not like that I snapped at him. He as previously said I speak to him in a hostile tone and I snap at him and he is not going to take that. So I felt like shit for snapping at him.
Well we move on. We have a funeral to go to. I am wearing black and am waiting for him to criticize my outfit. He looks at me for a moment and does not say anything. Okay. I am sort of following him around because I don't want to sit down since I lint rolled myself and we have pets. He turns around and asks me if I need anything because I'm following him. I said no. So, realizing we got ready too early, I go into the office to try to get some college school work done. He comes in there, stops me, puts his fingers in my ears, moves my head so I can't read the material. I already don't want to do this shit. I get this angry feeling like I'm about to snap at him. So I calmly tell him that I'm in a mood. He huffs and asks why I'm in a mood. I tell him because of my antidepressant withdrawal and that I don't want to say anything rude to him or snap at him so I am respectfully and kindly telling him that I don't want to be messed with at the moment. He says "that's all the time" and walks out of the office. Every ounce of my body had to be used not to blow up at him and start a huge f*cking fight. Every. Ounce.
So I am on here, ranting and wondering if I am in the right relationship because not even respectfully asking for space is good enough. I'm just a f*cking asshole who doesn't dress right, eat right, speak right, do anything right. I'm just here to idk f*cking suck cock and smile about it.