I was walking down the street the other day, feeling stressed because my boyfriend hadn’t texted me back for a few hours. We’ve been dating for over a year, and I don’t question whether or not he loves me. I know he does. The way he looks at me, the way he shows up for me, the way he speaks about me to others, the way he makes me feel. But even still, there’s a tiny little voice in the back of my head that starts to panic when he takes longer than usual to reply.
It’s probably because of toxic relationship behaviours I’ve endured in the past. I grew up in the era of online relationships – MySpace, MSN, Facebook – where boys messaging you meant that they liked you. It was also the era where them not replying for hours at a time came to mean they’d lost interest in you.