Divorced a while ago. New DP, generally very lovely. However I'm currently having a hard time at work which is impacting on my feelings in general.
Moving house, sorting things with DP and found some old love letters from my exH out of the blue. They hit me very hard, because they're very beautiful. We once were so in love, and felt like we could last forever. The letters are very 'we will be together for eternity' kind of thing. They made me cry instantly, as I instantly got a sense of 'how can something so amazing not last'. They also made me feel insecure about relationship with DP, because it is truly wonderful with him, and I just had a deep moment of 'why don't good things last forever'.
I began to cry and wanted to talk with DP about it. He said 'let's just keep sorting these things out' and obviously didn't want to talk about it. I said I really needed to talk about it and that it made me feel insecure in what we have. He got annoyed and said none of that is his responsibility.
This is probably true, but it hurt a lot at the time. I then asked if he would please just talk about it with me as I was upset, he then said 'what kind of shit do you have me on? you're really stressing me out. stop asking me.'
I then went into the other room, still upset. He kept talking to himself, pissed off, from the other room, and I told him to be quiet because it was upsetting me more.
He then went out, though came back after a couple of minutes.
When he left I had to stop myself from panicking. As a child I was never allowed to be upset about anything, and my DM would never comfort me, just respond with annoyance. I felt consistently emotionally abandoned, and have done years of self development work trying to heal from this.
His reaction triggered me, I think, and I told him his unwillingness to comfort me made me replay the relationship with my mother again and feel all the old feelings.
After about twenty minutes, he came and hugged me and checked I was okay, which I was by then, having talked to one of my friends (who also told me talking about it on demand was not his responsibility). He has been his normal, kind self since.
My estimation of the situation: He was reasonable, I was unreasonably pressuring him, and, quite frankly, need to do some more bloody work on my mother issues. Am I right?