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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/fitam7 on 2025-07-01 11:43:15+00:00.

So I (23F) recently started seeing a new therapist and we’ve been doing this exercise where I text her how I’m feeling in the moment, unfiltered, instead of bottling it up. I save her number as “Dr. C” in my phone.

My boyfriend’s name? Christian.

Take a wild guess what happened next.

I had just gotten out of a rough meeting at work, was PMS-ing, and had a complete breakdown in the parking lot. I sent a long, ugly message that said:

“I feel like nobody really likes me, they just tolerate me. Even Christian. I love him but sometimes I think he’s still with me because it’s easier than breaking up. I feel broken and small and exhausting to love.”

I hit send. Realized two seconds later: wrong Christian. Yeah, I texted my boyfriend that I think he’s only with me out of convenience. He called. I ignored it. He showed up at my apartment an hour later and just said, “We need to talk.”

I cried. He cried. He said it hurt, but he was glad I told him the truth.

We’re okay now. But holy shit, that was the worst 45 minutes of my life.

TL;DR: Texted my boyfriend a depressing, vulnerable message meant for my therapist. Accidentally trauma-dumped on him. Almost lost him in the process.