My cat died and my girlfriend was suicidal for a month then broke up with me. Rough month but nice to have some stability now, felt like I couldn't relax for one second. Honestly all of this (minus the cat dying lol) is for the best. Don't know if I should continue living here (feel incredibly anxious around her 75% of the time) or back in with my parents at almost 30 years old. Worked so hard just to be back at square one :/
Mine are great, or at least not actively harmful. Just a pride thing on my end that I probably have to get over