cmoorman
Jun 17, 2010, 01:16 PM
So, my boyfriend of a year and a half recently left on a 3 week trip across the country with his family. We live in Indiana, and they drove all the way to California to spend time in various national parks. I was invited, but because I'm serving a summer internship, I couldn't go.
Anyway, the trip caused somewhat of a rift in our relationship (which is a big deal, because we are usually very in-sync and plan on being together forever). His parents basically forced him into a much longer vacation than he had originally thought it would be and left him no way out of it. I understand that they want to see their son, but it still frustrates me that they treat him like a child.
The point is, I have suffered from an anxiety disorder my whole life. It started when my mother worked the graveyard shift at a hospital and I was constantly a wreck while she was driving, always needing to call her work to check in on her. Once I headed off to college, my fears about my parents' safety mostly subsided. Now, I seem to have transferred all of this onto my boyfriend.
He is very understanding, since he went through the same thing when he was a little boy--his parents had the foresight to get him psychological help before it got to my level. He is always willing to call me after a long drive to reassure me and he never gets mad when I call him frantically.
The problem is, he's in an area of the country that has very poor cell phone signal and I don't have the choice of calling him to see if he is still okay. There is no one in his family who I can reach--none of them have phones--and the Internet rarely works at his campsites. My family and friends all assure me that he will come back okay, but I have so much trouble believing them. I've tried the age-old "keep yourself busy" idea, but nothing works to keep my mind off things. I just want to know that he will be okay, but I can't for sure until 2 and 1/2 weeks from now. I just don't think I can wait that long, but I have no one who is willing to talk to me about this. I know it may sound weak and immature, but I've been battling this my entire life, and logic/reason can only calm me down momentarily.
What should I do with myself? How do I convince myself that my dear, dear boyfriend is going to be okay?
Anyway, the trip caused somewhat of a rift in our relationship (which is a big deal, because we are usually very in-sync and plan on being together forever). His parents basically forced him into a much longer vacation than he had originally thought it would be and left him no way out of it. I understand that they want to see their son, but it still frustrates me that they treat him like a child.
The point is, I have suffered from an anxiety disorder my whole life. It started when my mother worked the graveyard shift at a hospital and I was constantly a wreck while she was driving, always needing to call her work to check in on her. Once I headed off to college, my fears about my parents' safety mostly subsided. Now, I seem to have transferred all of this onto my boyfriend.
He is very understanding, since he went through the same thing when he was a little boy--his parents had the foresight to get him psychological help before it got to my level. He is always willing to call me after a long drive to reassure me and he never gets mad when I call him frantically.
The problem is, he's in an area of the country that has very poor cell phone signal and I don't have the choice of calling him to see if he is still okay. There is no one in his family who I can reach--none of them have phones--and the Internet rarely works at his campsites. My family and friends all assure me that he will come back okay, but I have so much trouble believing them. I've tried the age-old "keep yourself busy" idea, but nothing works to keep my mind off things. I just want to know that he will be okay, but I can't for sure until 2 and 1/2 weeks from now. I just don't think I can wait that long, but I have no one who is willing to talk to me about this. I know it may sound weak and immature, but I've been battling this my entire life, and logic/reason can only calm me down momentarily.
What should I do with myself? How do I convince myself that my dear, dear boyfriend is going to be okay?