Hello all, I really need some help. I'll try to keep it short. Some people know I'm suffering emotional abuse from my bf, and that I'm stuck in my situation until the spring. I'm trying hard to detach and find ways to cope. We were having a great week, I thought we had a breakthrough. He's been working on something that he's really enjoying and I've been really supportive by listening to him, not bothering him when he says he's writing and overall trying to do my own thing. But yesterday I guess I was getting lonely. We were supposed to go fishing, so he stopped his writing with that intention and we drove to the dock. I was happy we were going to spend a few hours together. The dock was filled so we decided to go another time. As soon as we got home, he wanted to go back to his computer. I felt slightly rejected, but I said nothing. I did however say, and trust me, as gently and as non-emotionally as I could, "Can we spend some time together? If we were fishing we'd be together the next few hours, how about now?" He IMMEDIATELY got frustrated and angry with me, accusing me of "always trying to sabotage his work when he's on a roll". How is that sabotage? I asked. He said because "I make him feel so guilty about wanting to work that he loses his creativity and can't write anymore for days." Apparently this is a pattern in me. Then, out of nowhere, he said "do you think the Prozac is doing anything?" I reminded him that just yesterday morning I'd come to him very happy and proud, saying that I felt so calm and relaxed and my food wasn't getting stuck and he said he was proud of me too, so why was he asking me again now, he said "I don't think it's having any effect because you haven't changed." CHANGED? Omg...talk about trying to sabotage my own efforts to feel better. To me, that was using my attempt to improve myself against me. Why would he even say that? SF, I HONESTLY cannot see how I am sabotaging his work when I just asked if we could spend time together. I asked him if he wanted to watch a movie, he said "No, but I will now that I can't write anymore". I mean, that's heaps of blame on me. He chewed me out for an hour after that, to which I tried to defend myself (stupidly) then eventually (as usual) agreed to everything, took the blame, apologized and promised it wouldn't happen again. He told me I was full of sh*t and I haven't seen him since last night. He never came to bed and locked himself in his office again. I'm usually the person who tries to see the positive in everything. I am now doubting myself, wondering if I am really the problem here. I'm even doubting if I should continue taking the Prozac because maybe it's not really helping me at all. I can't seem to say anything right and I'm so lonely and upset. I know it'll pass and I'll start to feel better again, but today I just needed to talk about this. I thought I had all of my coping strategies down pat so that I could weather the winter until I have the means to move on, but last night proved to me that I feel completely useless and I do feel like dirt. Now I'm being given the silent treatment. I'm trying to be strong, I have no choice to see this through until March or April and it's proving to be more than I can handle. Thanks for listening. And to those who think I need to leave, trust me, I wish I could, it's not realistically feasible at this time.