So my boyfriend got a tattoo of Medusa. Total surprise. Had no clue. Right on his chest. In middle school the bullies started calling me that and it lasted for years. The bullying escalated to assault and it happened almost daily for years. This was the 80s and no one cared or tried to stop it. So fast forward to now. 30 years later. I thought I had worked through all that and put it away. I did not. I saw the tattoo and started crying and shaking. All those awful memories came flooding back. He had no clue. This is not something I had told him about. We had discussed our childhoods and stuff like that. But I had never told him details and never mentioned that I was called that. So it is just an awful coincidence. He had never once said to me he was considering this as a tattoo. He has gotten many others and he always agonizes about them. This was a total surprise. How do I get past this? I can’t look at it without crying. I feel awful that I have ruined this for him. I don’t know what to do now. He said he was going to try to change it but that is not going to help. I’ll always know what it was and just feel even more terrible that I made him change it. All of my messed up instincts are trying to get me to run. I know that is not the healthiest option. I’m having a hard time finding my way out of my own head to find a solution.