I love my boyfriend. I love him so much that I listen to him complain every day about things he could totally fix. I get him things and help him clean and take care of his dogs and he helps me, gets me things and wakes me up in the morning. Rn we don’t have enough money to live alone, so we live with his best friend. I also love him. A lot. I would never ever ever ever do a single damn thing about it ever ever ever because I would f****** kill myself if I hurt my boyfriend, but its f****** killing me to be silent about it. For fucks sake he’s so kind to me and always listens to me talk about my stories, things I want to do, he hangs out with me and pushes me to be better. I feel awful and I hate myself so f****** much. F*** this.