Hey everyone. Hope you're having a good day or night or whenever you're reading this (if you even are).
So my one year anniversary with my boyfriend is Saturday, October 24th, 2020. And he and I were planning on hanging out that evening (take photos, eat dinner, cuddle on the couch in front of the television). It was going to be great. Until I got the news today that his stepsister tested positive for corona.
Even though he wasn't actually around his stepsister, he was around his other step siblings and his step mother, who were apparently around the person who tested positive. This was two days ago (Monday, October 19th, 2020). So now he has to quarantine for two weeks, which means we can't hang out on our anniversary, which absolutely sucks.
This was the one thing I have been looking forward to for the last few months. But lately, anything I get my hopes up about just gets ruined somehow. I know that is a deadly virus and that it's safer this way, but I keep asking myself "why?" Why do all of these bad things keep happening? Why can nothing good ever happen to me?
I think one of the worst parts is is that ever since he told me like 3 hours ago, he hasn't said one thing to me that shows he cares about how I'm feeling. He hasn't even asked me how I'm doing. All he's been doing is complaining about his predicament and that he thinks he ruins everything (which isn't true but whatever). And I've been trying to help him, but he keeps pushing back and making me feel like nothing I'm doing matters. I feel like I don't even matter.
I wish he would actually stop complaining about himself for five minutes and actually ask me how I'm doing. Because I am not okay. I'm really upset. My dreams have been crushed. The one light in the darkness has been diminished. What did I do to deserve this?
Anyways, if you read this whole thing, sorry to have wasted your time. Hope you're having a better day/night/whenever you're reading this than I am. Have an amazing day! Hugs and kisses!