It's more than that -- you didn't want to tell me how you felt before you went and did it, too. I know I'm a mess [ he's not going to sugarcoat it, he's a wreak of a person ] and you probably thought the same thing I do when I hold on to stuff - that you'd be bothering me, adding on things, that you needed to shield me from your pain. But Kitty, this isn't gonna work like that. You say I put you on a pedestal - but you treat me like I'm made of porcelain. I'm not going to break because you tell me something I don't like, and I'm not going to break up with you because you got angry. But if I feel like I can't trust you - I'm gonna worry every time you're out of my sight, and that's a relationship killer. I'm your boyfriend, you gotta be able to talk to me. You don't have to tell me everything but the big stuff - that you're feeling betrayed, that you need to see Sascha - am I really that unreasonable you think I wouldn't understand that? So I'd ask you to text me that you're ok every couple minutes when you're with him. So what. So I'd cry with you instead of just holding you. That's not gonna kill me.