Some people on here have seen my post in the past about the day I grabbed my boyfriend's hurt thumb when we were wrestling, or the day I gave in to a mean impulse and poked him lightly in the eye with my glasses. I was so torn up and felt so wretched about these incidents. I had tried to make things right as best I could with my boyfriend, without actually telling him about the mean thoughts I'd had. In both cases, he was not bothered at all by what happened.
However, I've been replaying the eye poke over again, and just psychoanalyzing any instance where I did something "accidentally on purpose." This isn't the case for everything, but sometimes I have this weird mesh of "is this an accident or is this on purpose." The eye poke was on purpose, but as I said in the other post, had I paused just 2 seconds I could have saved myself from days of grief that instantly followed the event.
But I'm just torn up right now, because while my boyfriend was not bothered and probably forgot all about it, I just feel this need to confess my horrible thoughts and motives. I feel on the edge of analyzing everything I've done and possibly making a list to confess to him. I have this need for him to know how awful I was.
At the same time, I don't know if it's tactful to confess every bad thought I have all the time. Especially if he wasn't bothered for more than 2 seconds and forgot about it. But I've been lying here anxious and miserable on Christmas, trying to sort this out.
Can someone please help me? I feel wretched.
However, I've been replaying the eye poke over again, and just psychoanalyzing any instance where I did something "accidentally on purpose." This isn't the case for everything, but sometimes I have this weird mesh of "is this an accident or is this on purpose." The eye poke was on purpose, but as I said in the other post, had I paused just 2 seconds I could have saved myself from days of grief that instantly followed the event.
But I'm just torn up right now, because while my boyfriend was not bothered and probably forgot all about it, I just feel this need to confess my horrible thoughts and motives. I feel on the edge of analyzing everything I've done and possibly making a list to confess to him. I have this need for him to know how awful I was.
At the same time, I don't know if it's tactful to confess every bad thought I have all the time. Especially if he wasn't bothered for more than 2 seconds and forgot about it. But I've been lying here anxious and miserable on Christmas, trying to sort this out.
Can someone please help me? I feel wretched.