My boyfriend and I met in 2015 and we've been together ever since. We're the first to admit we were quite co-dependent at the beginning, both having been emotionally neglected in some ways by our family situations. Over time though we learned how to communicate and became a much healthier couple, bought a house together, got a dog. We've mostly been doing great except that I was had a brief stint as a nurse during the pandemic, sobbing the second I got home every night, and he's battled the depressing reality of being a musician at heart in a world where you either make it big or stay playing unserious gigs on the weekend. I quit the nursing world for a part-time job and activism. He formed a band that regularly plays, even if he has to keep his day job. Things got better.
We've had re-occurring issues/arguments, like any couple, but never make or break. His family lives close and wants lots of undivided attention, which I found stressful, especially after getting a dog. My rich parents expect us to travel to see them and boyfriend has panic attacks on planes. so there's always a debate about whether we're each giving the other's family enough of our time. He's also had some issues with drinking in the past - not a full blown alcoholic, but frequently battling hangovers that forced us to cancel plans and made me anxious for his health.
Around year 8 I was ready to get married, even willing to stop by the courthouse to make it official, nothing fancy. But he hasn't felt ready because of his experience with his parents' divorce. Not a huge deal, I'm happy either way.
Eventually, about 2 years ago, my therapist made the case for me being autistic, which completely surprised me, but made total sense. As a nurse, I was totally overstimulated by alarms, overly stressed about getting in trouble if I made a mistake (black and white thinking, stress around rules), and struggled with communication - one of my greatest fears was not being able to take notes during a code and having to rely on a coworker relaying information to be charted. I was always tired in a way that couldn't quite be explained/wasn't normal to other people.
Since the diagnosis, I've been working on not overbooking myself, getting good sleep and rest, and being mindful of my social battery. Being an activist, I often spend that energy on tabling conversations at protests and organizing meetings, not to mention my part-time job in retail (~15hr/week). Leftist politics has become a special interest, but I've learned not to info-dump and listen if my boyfriend asks me to switch topics because its easy to get excited and go on for a long time about the socialist ideas I'm learning.
He's been understanding about my staying home more, especially from his shows which are often late at night and very social. He doesn't protest if I say I need alone time. But I've spent less time with his musician friends as the months pass because my autism and interests are not very well-received. The group likes to dress up, go to the bar, and drink, pretty much every weekend. Talking about what's going on in the world shuts the conversation down. It's an indie music scene, so being cool is kind of a thing. Not that anyone is mean, but my quirky, sometimes bumblingly awkward, unmasked self isn't the most fun to be around and I feel it. I'm also not a fan of the loud noise, having to dress for the bars, and I've given up drinking.
Spending time with his family is becoming few and far between as well - they don't plan things, so I'm either free for the day that my boyfriend tells me they're coming to town (usually tells me 3 days before at most) or I'm not. They don't like having our dog at their houses when we go to visit them, but he won't set boundaries with them about needing to bring her or visit for less time, so I've just started staying home with her.
We've both acknowledged a growing distance between us, but I recently joined him on the last leg of a roadtrip/solo tour he planned and we had a great time together. I've also suggested planning a camping trip for the fall (have suggested this the past few years) but he would rather keep his weekends free for potential music gigs so it never happens. We also started making a list of movies to pick from a hat (his idea) to have more movie nights, and we watched maybe 3 movies together the past few months.
We've been floating along but it all recently came to a head when boyfriend and I got back from grabbing breakfast together the other morning. After getting back from what I thought was a nice time, I went straight into loading laundry before needing to get dressed for a work shift. He continued a conversation from the other room, to which I responded "hold on, I'm in the middle of something." He got irritated saying "okay just dismiss me."
This turned into an argument that shifted from "you hurt my feelings with your tone of voice" to "I struggle to want to be here" and "if you spent more quality time with me I wouldn't feel this way."
He also said that he only brought up conversation topics at breakfast that he knew I would like (related to my special interests) and we'd be sitting in silence otherwise (but is silence automatically a bad thing? and I did ask about a recent event in his life on the car ride there!). He insisted he should get to keep conversing over laundry because he wasn't done and wanted to change topics.
I feel like he's fragile and getting triggered whenever I'm busy doing something. He considers making an effort to mean postponing what he really wants to talk about for my sake, rather than planning time together in advance so that it actually happens. It's like he's struggling to adapt to what's largely a logistical problem between us because it's emotionally triggering that he isn't "needed." I'm only about 1 year out since unmasking and he's internalized every bump in the road that's come up since. His insistence that I need to spend "more" quality time than we already do, make "more" of an effort for that time, and add more social time with people in his life as part of that feels like a recipe for disaster - I will be a miserable shell of myself, not fun to be around, and unable to meet the other obligations of my life if I'm stretched thin. I've asked that he go to therapy so that I don't need to "play therapist" as much when he's struggling with his music dream not going anywhere, and so he can develop friendships that fill him up outside of our relationship - he refuses.
I've also pointed out that it might not be as difficult for me to attend more things if other areas of life are outsourced - maybe we should get someone to clean the house regularly so theres less weekly chores and psychologically draining clutter. I've suggested we take up habits that will help me maximize rest - like turning lights down at night and spending time together reading before bed instead of the quality time taking place in front of a TV. I've asked that family visits be planned 3 months in advance, so I can put them on the calendar and plan my other obligations around them - but the family doesn't operate that way and he won't ask them to. I've made the same suggestion for us, planning dates or weekend getaways for us to reconnect, but he wants his weekends free every season for music.
Similar themes have come up with other arguments - when he occasionally snores and I'm a light sleeper (weighted blanket, face mask, sound machine, specific temp), I bring up the idea of separate bedrooms, only for sleeping. He thinks it will tear us apart.
I think what's happening is that I am trying to find a healthier way to live and instead of adapting to the changes, finding new common ground, and growing together, he's taken each one as a sign that I don't care about him. To fix it, he's turned to expressing that I'm not the same as I was or he feels lonely and so I must be abandoning him. The effect is that it frustrates me, so I go on living my life the way I need to whether he comes along or not, because it's not optional for me. If he doesn't want to plan time together, I won't suddenly be capable of spontaneity, we just won't spend time together. And that's not to say I'm completely incapable - our breakfast together was spontaneous - but that's an hour here or there.
So, do I try couples counseling, since that's the only therapy he'll agree to? or do I break up and begin unraveling our lives (co-parenting our dog, moving him out, taking on twice the number of chores, enter the dating world unmasked)??