My boyfriend is probably the biggest trigger I've ever encountered and in so many ways.
The first and most obvious way is the fact that he used to be bulimic.
And he talks about it.
A lot.
And shows me pictures of when he was in the hospital.
And his IV.
And I honestly never thought anything could upset me so much.
The worst part is that I'm not upset because out of concern for his well-being (as far as I can tell he's better now). It's more that I'm upset out of jealousy. Of the fact that he was sick enough to go to a hospital. Sick enough that people actually noticed. And cared.
But yeah, I never thought anything could trigger me that much. Like, the way he would describe how much he'd throw up, and the fact that he could eat so much and then just get rid of it. Despite all that I know about bulimia, I can't help but be a bit jealous of the fact that he was actually able to do it. I would of gave anything to be able to get rid of a binge. I think I'm going off topic now. I think you get the point.
The other ways he triggers me is the same as any other guy: He's not perfect. As in, he doesn't treat me the way he should according to my fucked up, fantasy land. He doesn't shower me with attention 24/7, and he sorta hides things from me-like most normal human beings do in relationships. It's really nothing worth being upset about, but I'm me so of course I'm going to obsess about it.
One good thing about him (though there are many) is the fact that since he doesn't have his car, we have to walk everywhere. So much fucking walking, so many calories burned. And since I spend 99.9% out of the house, I don't have time to eat junk food. Just Ramen and waffles. Still shit food though.
I'm really tired so I'm sorry that this is all jumbled and random. I'm sort of upset and again really fucking tired. Maybe I'll do a water fast tomorrow. Just for shits & giggles.
-Cassie