Therapy is starting. Let’s all cringe together!

My boyfriend and I had a fight. My clueless 20 year old ass wanted to make it right, so I decided to propose to him. He turned me down.

This same boyfriend, whenever we’d have a fight, I’d follow him through the house and quietly lie on the floor outside whatever room he’d been in, hoping he’d see me in pain and forgive me. We fought a lot.