Today I went bouldering with my colleagues, it was the 3rd time together. After 1hour I fell and sprain my ankle pretty hard, I had to order an Uber to get home since I could walk to the train station (it took me 1h30 to get home since there was bad traffic).

I tried to call my bf 4 times before I could have him on the phone to ask him to go buy something at the pharmacy before it closed.

When I got home I felt like he was fed up with me, because it took me a long time to climb the 3 flights of stairs to get to our flat.

I got in the shower and I was on the verge of tears, because of the pain, the worry it could be worse Ethan a sprain, and the overall stress of the experience. And he asked me "what do I do for diner" as if that was the only thing on my mind at the time.

And the when he got me my plate while I sat on the couch (leftovers from earlier in the week, so litteralt popping them in the microwave), he took his and ate in the kitchen. He didn't say a word. Didn't give me a hug. Didn't tell me it was okay, it could be worse, we'll see the doctor tomorrow. Instead he behaved like I was an inconvenience because he will maybe have to miss some work tomorrow to potentially helping me get to my appointment, and he will have to come back after work to wlak the dog before going to a friend's he planned on seeing. I know why he is not in a good mood, and it isn't because of me, but I wish he was more supportive and would at least pretend he was okay just to not make me feel worse than I already am.