Good morning, , I hope you slept well.
My response follows on from the thread I linked in last post.
My situation may be a bit different to yours, but here goes:
My partner and I had been dating for 11 months. The climax of this was when he met my parents for the first sit-down meal. It was his first time meeting my Mum.
(He had met my Dad informally, while Dad was gardening in our front yard. Dad brought him around to the back of the house, and I hadn't put two and two together, and was trying to figure out who was speaking in my and Dad's second-dialect. Then a few moments it clicked in my mind that it was him! Butterflies galore at the moment of realisation for me.)
He also also met my brother, last time my brother visited us from abroad.
So, we met at the same restaurant where he met my brother the last time. I timed it for this time, when my brother was back, too. So my partner had three familiar faces and one new one.
After the meal, my family invited my partner over to our house (inside for the first time). (Backstory: my Mum is a hoarder, and it took her one week of leave from work to clean up just the front room to 'acceptable' standards for my partner to enter.) My partner took a 'raincheck'. As we were leaving, I hung back for a quick parting word with him. He quietly told me he was feeling 'nervous' and 'overwhelmed'. I assented that I understood and said goodbye to him. We both went to two separate cars in opposite directions in the carpark.
Five minutes later, my parents, brother and I got home. Dad realised that we still had the bag of fruit from our fruit tree out the back, ready to give to my partner. I called my partner and suggested he drive over to collect the fruit. He said "give me ten minutes".
It was a really long ten minutes. I was feeling overwhelmed and anxious myself.
My partner pulled up in the driveway. Dad and my brother went into the house to give us some privacy.
I handed the bag of fruit over to my partner, alerted him to a dance event I wanted to attend in two weeks’ time, and we made it a date.
The next evening, I felt myself going into mania.
From there, my mental health deteriorated rapidly.
All of the mental health issues I had been hiding from him came spilling out of my Pandora’s box.
I was feeling overwhelmed, and I think it was even worse for him, because I was the one in ‘control’, even though I wasn’t.
It’s been 3 weeks since the lunch and for two of those weeks, I haven’t heard so much as a ‘like’, ‘heart’ or response message from him.
I have been really worried about how we will end up.
The nurse looking after me has advised me not to think about him until I get out of there, at least.
So that’s my story.
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