This sounds incredibly silly, but I think I’ve been building quiet resentment in my relationship for the past 4 years. My partner is nice, I love him greatly, but I just feel like he doesn’t truly understand me or get where I’m coming from a lot of the time. It feels as though I have to repeatedly ask for things, but there are some things that I’m not really even comfortable asking for because it seems as though it’d be common sense…
Things like attentively listening to your partner, actively engaging in conversation with what your partners interested in, asking how their day was, etc. I have to.. start these conversations myself, and either ask him how his day was first, or just start talking about it with the lingering anxiety that he won’t be interested enough.
I do my best to always make sure I’m listening when he talks about something that excites him. Whether it’s a new hobby, or a new show he’s watching, or an event he went to. Even if it’s about things I’m not fully interested in, I know it’s his entire world, and I want to take the time to enjoy it with him. I just feel like he doesn’t feel the same back. Sometimes I get sad because I don’t really feel like I can have emotionally and intellectually deep conversations with him as much as I would like to. I’ve mentioned all of these things over the past few years, and we’ve both mentioned that we’d work together to improve our relationship.
I don’t usually listen to this artist, but I ended up listening to a snippet of Olivia Rodrigo’s song “begged” and it just felt like it verbalized the emotions I’ve been feeling in my head this whole time that I couldn’t express well (which is funny, as I do songwriting for a living).
I love my boyfriend, and there’s nothing that’s inherently red flags in our relationship. It just feels like.. there’s a lot of beige flags. Some part of me feels like this relationship isn’t meeting my needs, but I also feel terrified to give up on a “good love”. I know he does truly care about me, he’s not abusive, and I can envision a future together. To be superficial, I think he’s one of the handsomest men I’ve ever met. I feel a lot of regret for even thinking about wanting to break up, because I don’t doubt he would put his life on the line for me in times of need. There’s just been a build up of small things that have made me feel unloved. It’s hard because we have communicated about these things and I’ve seen.. minimal change. I’ve offered couples therapy but he seems more interested in individual therapy and just… working things out.