When I was 16, I slept with a guy right after I got out of a two-year-long abusive relationship. We acted like we were dating but I told him I didn’t want to commit to a relationship, because it would make me feel trapped. My first relationship really messed me up and I thought all relationships meant I was “owned” or something. The guy I’m seeing said that’s okay.
I was on different social medias and sometimes guys would message me flirty things and stuff and I’d kinda reciprocate. I had this constant need for validation because I didn’t like myself at all after how my first boyfriend treated me. I was on my phone a ton, sometimes responding to those texts from random people, and I think the guy I was seeing kinda suspected something was up. But we weren’t officially dating, and I didn’t think I was cheating, because we weren’t committed. Even though what I was doing was generally shitty behavior, I didn’t consider the messages themselves cheating. The guy I was seeing at 16 left after a couple months, both of us were immature but he said he left because of how I wouldn’t let him be my boyfriend. I really liked the guy, actually, I loved him, but he wasn’t coming back, I thought.
In December that guy messaged me and now we’re dating, officially. I’m 18 and he’s 19 now. I told him recently, before we officially called each other boyfriend and girlfriend, that I was “sorry I didn’t want someone to have me all to themselves,” and that “I was immature and wanted to be a hoe.” He told me that he knew full well what he was getting into when he decided to start talking with me right after I got out of that terrible relationship I had beforehand. He also said he had a lot of changes to make, too. I mean, he’s right, he did have changes to make. He drank a lot, was pretty obsessed with porn, and screwed me over a lot and hurt me (emotionally) many times. But he’s very different now and I love him lots.
Today I woke up and just had this terrible feeling. I started thinking and thinking and thinking and realized that I feel guilty. I feel like I cheated on him, and that I shouldn’t be with him now because of how shitty I was when we were younger. I feel like I have to “confess” to him or something, even though he says both of us changed and we love each other lots.
I’m not saying that me being abused is an excuse for my behavior before but as an explanation, I was really messed up in the head after leaving my first boyfriend. I viewed relationships as some kind of weird power game like “get them before they get me” because I didn’t want to be the one getting hurt. And I’ve been in therapy for years since then, I’ve learned how to get over my obsessive need for validation, and I know how to have a truly healthy relationship now, and realize I had it all wrong.
I don’t talk to hardly any guys except for me and my boyfriend’s mutual friends and I’m always checking myself to make sure I’m not “accidentally cheating” because I obsess over it. But I can’t shake this feeling that my boyfriend should leave me, because of how I was before. I love him so much and would never want to hurt him, so I can’t stand knowing that I hurt him in the past. What’s worse is the notion that maybe he has no idea about me flirting with people over text before, doesn’t really understand what I meant when I apologized for being how I was, and he thinks I’m amazing when really I was terrible when I was younger.
I know I’ve told him I’m sorry for how I was, and I’m sorry that I wouldn’t let us be committed before, and he forgives me, but I still feel like I’m hiding something, like he just needs to know how awful I am. Even though that’s not me anymore! All I want is to make up for any pain I caused him and give him the world, because he deserves it.
This whole thing feels catastrophic and it feels like my world is ending. I can’t stop crying and am so upset at myself.
For the past couple weeks each day there’s been a new thing that I’m convinced I need to tell him about or I’m a liar and a bad person. Last week, I was completely sure I had HIV and was giving it to him despite me having no real reason to think I had HIV; I just remembered my doctor forgot to test me for it on my STD panel.
My boyfriend asked in December if I was clean and I said yes, so when I saw I wasn’t tested for HIV I panicked, because what if I had it and gave it to him and he thinks I’m a liar because I told him I was clean and now both of our lives are ruined? So I went to Target, paid FOURTY dollars, and bought an HIV swab test. It came out negative. Then a few days later, I’m panicking about if I have syphilis, despite never sleeping with anyone who’s had it or having symptoms myself, because I found out that test wasn’t on my STD panel either. So I panicked over that for a good while, too.
It’s like every day there’s something new I’m freaking out about and this latest thing about my past behavior is the worst, and I can’t tell if this amount of guilt is reasonable or if I’m just having an OCD spiral because I haven’t been in a relationship in forever and now it’s become my new focus.
Do I seem like I should feel this guilty? Or do I sound like I’m overthinking? Maybe if I have to ask myself, it’s OCD but I genuinely can’t tell this time. I’ve been in therapy for my OCD too and this is the first spiral-ish type incident I’ve had in a very long time, although maybe it’s not OCD and I’m just guilty and trying to use OCD as an excuse.
Sorry for the rant. I haven’t had a spiral like this in ages and I don’t see my therapist particularly soon so I’m just dumping stuff.