Let me preface that neither of us is actually diagnosed, but we both see those traits in ourselves and have some family history.

I’m in the middle of an argument with my ex/current/it’s complicated partner. We talk a bit and then he walks out. I write some of this. And then we talk a bit again.

No idea how the argument started, we had a relatively nice day doing touristy things. But now we’re here with me sitting on a bed and looking away and him sitting across and looking at me.

I’m acting disinterested and almost am disinterested, thinking about meta of the relationship and questioning everything. He seems to be jumping between concepts. I think I’m taking things quite literally but try to speak as clearly as possible. He uses sarcasm.

It’s all very one sided, but I feel like I’m above it even by writing this and acknowledging that it’s one sided - at least by the grace of the fact that we’re arguing it must be one sided, right? It’s as if I’m fighting for the truth.

Well no idea. I really want to be right, being wrong feels like giving up and giving in and I don’t want that, it’s too scary.

At the same time I want to acknowledge my mistakes and apologise and be over it. Instead we’re ripping apart the very fabric of conversation.

I sort of want him to acknowledge that he’s wrong first, so then I can make a big gesture of acknowledging my wrongdoings. I will stay in control and stability will be preserved, otherwise everything will fall apart.