I Bought A Lipstick Today. He Got Angry When I Spent Money On Things That Werentessential, So I Felt

I bought a lipstick today.  He got angry when I spent money on things that weren’t “essential”, so I felt naughty. 

Reality has set in:  How messed up is it that a $6.00 lipstick is a victory?

He left me a voicemail telling me he'd forgiven me and he'd like to give me my things back as a sign of good faith. That was enough to shake me up a bit, but, of course, he always pulls through to set me straighf again. Not even 24 hours later.

If I ever say something like this ^ again, link me to this:

I am ashamed that i am inches away from contacting him today.

Whoever wrote this was well meaning. I get that. But now I have a definitive list of holyshitfuck things I am completely dropping the ball on.

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Hey I just want to say I think you are good enough and deserve happiness and hope and safety from harm.

You are very sweet for taking the time to reach out to me. Thank you for the kind words; they mean more than you know.

I spent nearly my entire relationship dealing with this alone. And hiding my reality from everyone.

I reach out for help now, but it has not gotten easier for me to do so. Each message I send i regret instantly. Like I've given too much away. Or I'm bothering the recipient.

I am not terribly social at work, but i used to be on friendly terms with one of my coworkers before they switched employers. Two years ago their spouse had an accident; the spouse and a friend blew up a shed they were inside of.

I don't know the story well mostly because the two didn't remember much of what happened. They were using propane for something and one of them absentmindedly lit a joint. Both were lucky to be alive.

My response when I found out was probably normalish:

" I'm so sorry! That must have been so scary! Are they ok? Are you okay? Are your kids okay? Is there anything you need? How can I help?"

His response? "What a fucking moron. You can't be friends with someone who chooses to continue to be with that idiot."

So he wanted my friend to leave their partner while they were laying in a hospital bed after having been thrown 30+ feet by an explosion. Burnt, broken and taumatized. All because one of them made an error and as if the horrifying consequences of that mistake weren't sufficient 'punishment,'

And my friend who spent the subsequent weeks healing and helping their lover get back on their feet was an "idiot" and a "fool". And was " no friend of [mine]."

If that doesn't summarize his capacity for compassion I don't know what would.