I've been close. I've got sad. I've looked at women on Instagram and wished I was them. But I haven't taken it out on my boyfriend. I had a good therapy session yesterday where I talked about how sometimes I split on him, and how important it is to remember that he's not perfect and not hold him to impossible standards. He's great, he's really great. And that's enough.

I know this probably won't last forever. But I feel... an inkling of hope.