This is gonna be a long post but I really, really appreciate you taking time out of your lives to read this 💓

I’ve been with my s/o for about 4 months. I’m contemplating whether or not to call it a day. I’m just sick of feeling drained, paranoid and anxious. I’ve listed just some of the instances below..

- He would sometimes get into quiet moods when I’d refuse sex. He would say he’s fine but I just have that inkling that he’s slightly bothered, even though he says he’s not.

- I wasn’t in the mood for sex one night and he said well let me give you a massage and see if I could get you horny. I felt like I HAD to give in, just to make him happy and to avoid possible confrontation.

- I was staying at his place for the weekend. I was in the bathroom, he was in his bedroom and he called me in. I went to his room and I see he has a gun pointed at me. For obvious reasons I ran out of the bedroom with fright. He found it hilarious, he then admitted that it was a BB gun. It looked almost identical to a firearm, weight and everything.

- It was his 23rd Birthday and I got this feeling that he didn’t want me to come to the party. The party was based about 40 minutes away from where I live and he said that he didn’t want me to get stuck for a ride home (which is understandable but I was getting a different vibe). He invited ALOT of his friend’s and somehow, there was only 3 of his friend’s that turned up. Somehow, I thought that I was the problem. He started fighting with security because he was too intoxicated to get into a club. We had a small argument on the way to the next club and all I remember is telling him to f*ck off because he was being immature and blunt.

- He constantly makes remarks on other girls.. Fat, ugly.. etc. I remember he called me and started talking about his best friend’s ex. He was saying how she was such a tramp, how she was super ugly and fat. Quite frankly, I felt sick and a huge amount of disrespect for him.

- Everytime we saw each other, I bought us dinner. I could count on my fingers how many times he paid. I was in his place and we got take out. He drove us to collect it. He came out of the store in a really bad mood and said “I pay for everything”. Or something along those lines. Mind you, before going into the store, he was in a really good mood.

As I said, these are just some instances. I don’t know whether enough is enough. Is it time to call it quits?