My boyfriend got up me from my couch, took off my glasses and dress, and gave me a full body massage. He went to the bathroom for a long time, and comes back to see me on my phone and asks me why I’m not asleep.

I look at the time (4:00am) and start about how he needs to fix his sleeping schedule and that he is giving up an opportunity to correct it and he ruined it. He leaves our bedroom for the living room and converts our futon into a bed. It took me hours to realize what went wrong.

He has trying to initiate s** with me and I let my anxiety take over. I hate my mental health. I’m afraid I’ve ruined my relationship of 4 years with this episode. I just want peace and it invades at the wrong moment. I hate my mind.