Ok, I'm going to tell you what it was. You may all think it's nothing.
I'll put it in context.
He's been depressed for 3 years.
2 years ago I started teacher training elsewhere, he was on ADs and came off them the first week of my course. He didn't tell his therapist or GP or me. He had a breakdown which resulted in me leaving the course to come back and look after him.
He only told me he'd stopped taking them after I'd given up the course, and then told me it was none of my business.
After that he apologised and went back on them and promised never to stop again without discussion.
Fast forward to this June and he stopped taking them without telling me.
Here I am making comments about how well he is, and how few side effects he's suffered since his change of meds. Today I caught him out in a stupid little lie and told him how I couldn't stand his lying to me. So after sitting there sheepishly for half an hour he told me that the reason he's been so well is because he came off his meds and is now better.
I'm pleased he's better. I'm pleased that the stability is real and not just down to the ADs.
But he knew what he did to me when he "thought he was better" before. He knew what I went through and was willing to do that to me again without even warning me it might happen.
Am I stupid to be sad about something that didn't happen.
He is better. He didn't turn into that terrifying monster. It was all fine.
But he chose to risk that without talking to me, or his GP. He didn't warn me.
He chose to play with my life.
He promised me...
Sorry, rambling a bit.