last night i stayed at my boyfriends house, though i didnt want to i hadnt been feeling well all afternoon, but he guilt tripped me.
I felt sicker and sicker as the night wore on and finally went down stairs quietly to v*
i totally freaked out, i hate being sick full stop but at other peoples houses it terrorfies me, so i woke up his parents and made his dad drive me home.
I feel awful about it, because his dad had to get up 4 hours later to drop his wife off to the airport. but at the time all that my mind was saying was fight or flight
I ran upstairs grabbed my things leaving my bf bewildered as to what was going on.
he was so angry. He begged me to stay but i couldnt, i dont like to be touched when im sick at all. i needed the comfort of my bedroom and being alone.

im so sick of emetaphobia ruining things
its ruining things between me and my bf, he says i complain about feeling sick all the time
theres always something wrong with me.