For context purposes I’m at my boyfriends trying to sleep it’s 12am and his roommate just slammed a door really hard. 


 being in that state between sleep and consciousness he slammed the door right across the hall from where I am so I could hear it loud and clear. 

After hearing it I just broke down crying and my bf had to console me and he started damage control and it reminded me of all the times in my childhood when my parents would slam doors while we would fight or when I would slam doors and they’d follow me too my room and hit me for it. 

I feel like there’s something wrong with me like no normal person would be affected by something so minor. I don’t even think his roommate even knows we’re here rn. 

I feel so damaged and I hate being like this why do things like this have to bother me so much