Yesterday was one of those craptastic days that was the capper on a very stressful week for me, and I reacted badly. There was an email that was sent out with a snipe that was sort of directed at me, and I had various reactions from people about it - some good, some not so helpful.
The good ones addressed the fact that 1. this was not appropriate; 2. I had a right to be upset and 3. this doesn't reflect on me, or my work, because I am a fine person, doing a good job.
The bad ones pretty much said 1. don't worry about it; 2. he's just like that/it's not his fault and/or 3. get over it/don't make a big deal out of it.
My boyfriend's response pretty much fell in the second category. Which caused me to react badly. When then, caused me to lose even more sleep. Which led to my thinking that something needs to be done, once and for all, because I can't go on being this unhappy.
I don't want to do anything, because in the short run, no choice seems the least stressful choice. But I know it's not. And, truthfully, when I've thought of doing this before, I stopped because it made me so sad - I couldn't stop crying. Now, there are no tears. Discomfort, yes, because it doesn't seem a fair thing to do to a man who is down on his luck. But he has been down on his luck nearly 75% of the time that I've known him, and I can't save him. I can only save me.
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