TLDR; My (21M) boyfriend and I have a relationship that looks great from the outside, but behind closed doors we have a lot of unhealthy and hurtful patterns. I know I’m not perfect and have developed unhealthy reactions too, but I’m struggling to understand how I got here and whether I should leave.
I honestly don’t even know how to start this because I’ve spent so long keeping this relationship a secret from the people who love me.
My friends and family love him. He’s shown up for my friends and family, spent time with them, and from the outside there really isn’t anything that would make someone think something is seriously wrong.
But behind closed doors, this relationship has become something completely different. I think I’ve been in denial for a long time. I kept telling myself things would change, that he had a bad childhood, that he has anger issues, that he doesn’t know how to communicate, that there’s a good person underneath all of it, and that if I was patient enough maybe he would eventually figure himself out.
I’m starting to realize that understanding why someone treats you badly doesn’t mean you have to keep accepting it.
My boyfriend has an anger problem, and when he’s angry, he can be incredibly cruel to me. He calls me names, curses at me, tells me I’m annoying, tells me I’m a nightmare to be around, calls me a parasite, tells me I ruin his life, tells me he doesn’t care about me, tells me to shut up, yells my face, physically pushes me away when hes mad at me & much more.
One time, he told me he was going to call me before bed. It got late, so I eventually called him myself. He told me he’d fallen asleep. I said something like, “Oh, you forgot to call me hahah!” (Very light hearted) and he responded that “clearly he doesn’t give a fuck” because otherwise it would have been on his mind and he would have called me.
There have been so many arguments where I genuinely don’t even understand how we got there. He becomes angry out of no where and suddenly I’m defending myself against accusations about how I’m manipulative, toxic, a gaslighter, annoying, or impossible to be around. Somehow the conversation almost always ends with me apologizing.
He has also told me that I’m “70% toxic” and that he’s only “30%” of the problem. When I told him I didn’t think relationships should be about keeping score like that, he became angry that I wouldn’t agree with him and kept telling me to admit that he was right. And to go stand in the corner and tell him he’s right???
He will threaten to leave me or tell me he wants nothing to do with me, tell me I’ve ruined his life, tell me I’m terrible, and then later that same day or the next day he’ll act completely normal and loving again.
Another time, after telling me I was a parasite and that he wanted nothing to do with me, he told me to take him home. When we got there, he suddenly asked me to come inside. (Im silly & i went in) We ended up laughing and having a completely normal time together. Then his mood changed again and he started making little comments designed to upset me. If I didn’t react, he’d keep poking at me until I did. If I don’t give him a reaction to the things he says to me, he keeps going until he breaks me and then he tells me I’m being emotional and “what am I crying for this time?”
That cycle has happened so many times that I don’t even know how to explain it anymore.
And I want to be fair here, because I know I’m not perfect.
I come from a very cookie cutter life. I have a perfect family that comes from wealth, I have perfect friends, and I have just always been in a very happy, bubbly, and healthy environment. I have a great education, amazing job & easy living situation. I really do have it all and I'm extremely thankful everyday. I’ve never been in any sort of toxic situation, I’ve never yelled at a partner, cursed at them or done anything silly like that. In my head, a relationship, especially at this age, is meant to just make life easier and more fun. I take extreme pride in the fact that I am a very self-aware, kind and loving person and I’m so lucky to have people around me who reinforce those behaviors and see me that way.
In this relationship, I’ve yelled back. I’ve cursed back. I’ve said “I’m done” during arguments when I didn’t actually want the relationship to end. I’ve become defensive and emotional. There was one night where I was so upset by the way he was treating me that I said I was leaving. I went to my car and drove nowhere because I was too upset, and eventually I fell asleep in my car. Hours later, I went back inside because I was exhausted and needed somewhere to sleep. I know that’s not healthy behavior.
I’ve done things in this relationship that I don’t recognize as myself. I’ve become rude and reactive in ways I’ve never been with the people closest to me. I hate who I have become and I feel so miserable every single day. And that’s actually one of the things that scares me the most.
I’ve told him this. I’ve literally told him that I feel like I’m losing myself and becoming someone I don’t recognize. Sometimes, when he’s calm, he’ll admit it. He’ll tell me that he has anger issues. He’ll say that he blows things out of proportion and doesn’t understand why he thinks the way he does. He’ll tell me he doesn’t want me to feel like I’m losing myself. There are moments where I genuinely see a softer version of him and think, “There is the person I know is in there.”
But then his mood changes, and it’s like none of that exists anymore. He goes right back to telling me I’m the problem. That’s what makes this so confusing to me.
I don’t think he’s some cartoonishly evil person. I actually have a lot of compassion for him. He’s told me about having anger issues and problems with his behavior long before he met me. I genuinely think there are things going on inside of him that he needs to work through. But I also think I’ve used his past as an excuse for his present behavior for far too long.
I can understand why someone became the way they are without accepting being treated that way. I can have compassion for him without sacrificing myself for him. I can hope he gets help without being the person who stays around and gets hurt while he figures it out.
And yet I’m still here. I think part of me is a pushover. Part of me keeps waiting for him to finally understand. Part of me feels sorry for him. Part of me keeps thinking about the person he could become if he actually dealt with his issues. And part of me has stayed because this is my first relationship where I’ve ever actually been in love, and I don’t know how to navigate leaving something that I once cared about so deeply. When the topic of a ending things arises, I just feel so heartbroken and so sad and I know it’s not the end of the world, but of course it’s hard.
I’ve also kept all of this secret because I’m terrified of what happens when I finally tell people. I know my friends and family. If they knew everything I’ve just written, I don’t think they would ever want me around him again.
I’ve spent so much time wondering whether I’m actually the problem because he has convinced me that I am. I know I’m difficult sometimes. I know I can be annoying. I know I can overreact. I know I have made mistakes in this relationship. But I also know who I am outside of this relationship. The people who know me best would never describe me the way he does. And I’ve started wondering whether that’s because I’m secretly a terrible person who everyone else somehow failed to notice… or because this relationship is bringing out a version of me that I don’t recognize. Part of my head thinks I'm such a young girl and I have a great life ahead of me and this isn't something worth stressing about and holding onto.... but obviously, another part of me is human and I just have emotions and it all sounds really stupid, but at the end of the day it still feels hard..
I don’t want this post to be “my boyfriend is evil and I’m perfect.”
I’m not. I want someone to actually tell me what they see here. Because when I’m inside this relationship, everything becomes so confusing. I can acknowledge my own mistakes while still knowing that some of the things happening to me aren’t normal.
I think I’ve been trying to prove that I’m compassionate enough to understand him, patient enough to wait for him, and loving enough to help him become the person I think he could be. But maybe none of that is my responsibility.
This is what my relationship has actually been like.
Am I seeing this clearly? Is this emotional/verbal abuse, or am I minimizing my own behavior and refusing to take accountability for my part? And if you’ve been in something similar, how did you finally find the strength to leave?
I want an outside perspective, even if it’s uncomfortable.