I mentioned some time ago how my boyfriend was going to take a trucking job and I wasn’t happy about it.

I’ve struggled with depression for years since 8th grade. I’ve been to therapy but they were all cut short with moving or it was expensive. During high school I had the chance to get put on meds and my mom thought I wouldn’t be able to handle it. Well if she thought I was going to overdose on pills that can still happen at adult age so the logic there is idk. Anyway depression got worse and I had to get help for it. I didn’t tell my boyfriend because I didn’t want him to worry about me or think I’m crazy. My mother called and told him everything I told her.

This may sound sad but I could only go home if I’m supervised 😒. So I went to spend the night at my mom’s apartment. I texted my boyfriend saying I’m fine that I’m out the hospital (I thought he didn’t know where I really was)and good luck with his test the second time around.

I’m sleeping and my phone was ringing so I didn’t answer. I was tired. So I got a text from him saying he had something to tell me but not through text. I was scared like oh he’s breaking up with me and stuff. So I called and the outcome was different than I thought. He says he’s coming home because he didn’t pass the test the second time. I was confused to how he didn’t pass the test ,but he told me it was the company’s own written test.

When he’s home for a few days, I asked him about the test. He says he didn’t study the first time. His friend sent answers to him and the test he took was different so he didn’t study at all. He says he wanted to come home. I asked him why’d he go if he wanted to be home? I knew he hated flatbed as he talked about how much he wouldn’t do it. So he says he intentionally failed the tests. Then he told me he knew about what happened while he was away at the orientation. My mom said she only told him I was in the hospital not the real reason why.

I just felt like writing this. Like why intentionally fail something if you’re going there to work? I just didn’t understand that at all.

No the whole hospital thing was not entirely about him leaving. It was some of it. The depression started months ago but I thought I could just suppress it and control it on my own.