I am with a guy but not quite. We live together, share a bed, I see him everyday but he won't say it, he says he can't commit.
I suffer from depression and am have had problems with substance abuse before. Atm I am on a down and I need someone. His not here for me at all. I know it seems unreasonable to want him to cope with my mood swings but I hurt so much and I don't want that much.
I've talked to him about problems with my mum's boyfriend hitting me when I was younger, missing my dead father and being treated atrociously by an ex. I told him about my miscarriage, I've shared my life with him. I never asked him to come in. I never asked im to ask me about my problems. I cut myself and I never told him. One day I told him I felt bad. I sent him a text saying I feel sad (we have seperate bedrooms in our house and I was in mine while he was in his). I find it so hard to talk to people but after I went awol on nye he asked me to talk and I did. This time I couldnt. He asked why and I said I missed my dad and he sent me a sad smiley face. I was sat a room away, sobbing and he knew. But he couldn't get off his bed and come in. He'd told me I wasn't allowed to sleep in his room that night and the last thing I wanted was a fight.
Afterwards he made me tell him all my problems and everything I said he said it was my fault. I was stupid to keep a man that tried to sleep with my friends. When I said about my mums partner I was probably a horrendous awkward child and that I deserved it. He said my miscarriage was because I pushed my body extra hard which was stupid. He said I was a stupid tramp to get myself up the duff in the first place. He said I should be glad because I couldn't have looked after a baby. He says I'm ugly and fat. That it's suprise anyone offered me a uni place. That I'm lazy. Grumpy. Disgusting.
I know his wrong, with most stuff his joking. But sometimes it cuts too deep. I told him today and he said that if I couldn't take his sense of humour maybe we should stop seeing each other. And I sat at home while he talked on msn from work and I sobbed. The world already seems a horrible place and I actually don't think I can cope with losing him too. I am so depressed and I know he doesn't help but I love the guy. He has his own problems which is why his like that and I hope that if I keep trying maybe one day he'll grow to love me too. I just wish sometimes when inside I feel like I'm breaking in two he'd hug me. He'd take five seconds from building one hundred walls and trying to bring me down so he can have control to remember I'm a person and I'm hurting so much. He doesn't like other people and he doesn't like them changing his life/having control. I know he can see that potential in me hence the poor treatment and part of me feels like if I'm important enough to be brought down then I can break through to him. It just hurts alot in the proccess.
Am I stupid?