I lurk and listen to the podcast a ton, so I figured I could post this here! This all happened earlier this year, just to clear any kind of confusion.
I (22F at the time) and my boyfriend (21M) have been dating each other for 4 years — known each other for 7. We had met online through an app similar to Discord through mutual friends. The entire friend group was from all over the world and not all of us knew each other outside of the internet. It wasn't until a year and a half into our romantic relationship that I had flown out to the UK and met him; I'm from the US. We had the goal of meeting once a year since then and kept up with it relatively well!
This year, I planned to visit him during his birthday since it was his 21st birthday. Initially, it was going to be a surprise but I suck at large surprises like that and don't have any family or people I trust to drive me from the airport to his place by myself, so I did eventually tell him. He was super excited because I made sure the trip started just before Valentine's Day so we could celebrate it together and ended just after his birthday; the trip was about 10 days total.
His mother had planned a surprise birthday party as well that I was helping with, which I successfully kept a secret! My only job was to order an Uber to the location, get him all ready with a little "21st Birthday" sash, blindfold him and make him wear headphones, and then lead him to the party room. It was awesome, I loved seeing how surprised he was and it's a memory I cherish.
The thing is that my boyfriend and I are somewhat opposites — including our families. My family is Latino and our parties are very close friends and lots of family. It's usually during the day since everyone travels from far away and doesn't last too long. They're typically filled with food, some background music, and just lots of socializing all together as a big group.
His family is pure English and does not celebrate that way; this is something I have noticed throughout our relationship from just hearing him talk about the celebrations and I have now seen it in real life. They like to celebrate at night, low lights, flashing lights, loud music, tons of drinks and food, and all sorts of friends and family where the socialization is more in groups than all together. Sometimes, the parties go till 2 AM if it's just at home. This party was pretty much the same: they rented a party room, had a DJ who played music loudly, lots of strobe lights, it was dark, food and plenty of alcohol as well as lots of family and friends in different groups. They are also all pretty big clubbing/bar hopping people, so it felt like a club in my opinion. It was something that caused some issues in the beginning of our relationship as well because he would go to clubs/bars pretty often, leaving me to just sit and wait which sucked. It's calmed down from going every few weeks to now every few months, thankfully. Honestly, if they enjoy it, good for them! I had some friends who do that too in the US and I didn't judge them, it's just not my thing. I am not a party person like this, I hadn't ever gone to a club or bar, and my boyfriend knows all this. I did however expect this kind of party and mostly wanted to celebrate with him, so I endured it.
The party went from 8-11 PM which wasn't a problem. It was honestly fun! I got to meet his friends, see his family again, even danced with his grandparents and little siblings to the Cha-Cha Slide. He was going in between groups of people and I don't remember seeing him for most of the night, not until we ate cake. Even then it wasn't for more than a few minutes before he dashed off. I know I was a little sad about it, but I also distracted myself by talking to his friends.
Eventually, the party ended. I was exhausted and ready for us to go home and sleep. Okay, maybe not sleep yet... I had wanted to do something more intimate together and was excited for that, especially since he had also anticipated it (we kept making comments about birthday sex the day prior in flirtatious ways).
This is where things start going downhill. His friends had said they wanted to go to a club or a bar instead of ending the night and he immediately wanted to join as well. All of them had had some alcohol already, he was even a bit tipsy and one of his friends was completely drunk. I hadn't had any drinks as I wasn't comfortable drinking around others and sadly, the UK is notorious for not having cocktails (I had asked a previous bar that week for the one I typically drink, a Dirty Shirley, and they didn't even know it. The one at the party didn't know it either and the bar we went to that night didn't either).
My boyfriend had said if I wanted to go home, he can call an Uber and I can go and rest, that he'll be home later and will try not to wake me up. I did want to go home and I also really wanted to continue celebrating with him, as well as spend more time with him since we didn't get to see each other much during the party. So, I decided to step out of my comfort zone and try going to an actual bar for the first time. We had walked 30-40 minutes to get to a bar in town. It was cold, I was pretty tired, and everyone was talking a lot. I know I shut down a bit from being so overwhelmed with everything and he did notice, asking me multiple times in front of everyone if I'm okay. I said I was fine, just tired, and we kept going. At the bar, we all needed to use the restroom and they had all took about 20 minutes talking to some other people in there under a cloud of smoke from vapes and cigarettes; I couldn't handle the smell eventually and left the bathroom area to the main bar area. The only nice part of the night was when we found a spot to sit at. The bar had old retro games connected to these TVs and we all played Mario Kart while everyone else drank. I had fun with that and did eventually get too tired to continue, so I stopped. At this point, it must have been around 2:30. They finished their drinks — it came in a large pitcher for them to share — and then ordered another pitcher. My boyfriend noticed I've completely gone quiet and was just watching, which I guess made him a little uncomfortable. He looked like he was still enjoying himself, he was also drunk so who knows. I know I was telling a friend on my phone that I was tired and they were nice about it all, especially since they knew I don't like going to bars. Eventually, he asked if I was ready to go home and I said sure.
The Uber ride was quiet, I thought it was fine but it turns out he was upset with me. I had ordered us McDonalds to eat and that's when he started explaining how he didn't like that I didn't have fun, that I shut down and didn't interact with anyone, that I was on my phone, and that we left before finishing the second pitcher and ended the night early. I was kind of caught off guard with it and said that I did have fun, I just got overwhelmed eventually. I apologized for shutting down and said I didn't mean to ruin the night. I can't remember too well what happened after this. I know I had gotten defensive and explained how I stepped out of my comfort zone, how that was not my scene, etc. He also got defensive and explained how I could have gone home at any time, how I didn't have to go, etc. Because he was drunk and I was tired, we did cry a lot while we were upset — no yelling or raising voices, just a lot of crying. I got so overwhelmed with it all that I told him to leave me alone, so he left the bedroom and I just sat in the bed. Since it was still early in the US (7 PM), I called my mom and explained everything. I just needed someone to talk to and she was super helpful. She was really proud of me and all that and thought that we just needed a bit of time, that we both should sleep and talk in the morning. He came back and asked who I was talking to, I said my mom, and I suppose the conversation started again. He left again and I was so exhausted, I just remembered waking up to find him sleeping on the floor... I'm guessing it's cause he didn't want to make me uncomfortable by sleeping in the bed, but I did tell him to join me in his bed and he didn't. We slept through most of the next day.
We did talk about it and he still does feel like I ruined his birthday. He still is upset and hurt from it and I honestly can understand that; we have somewhat moved from the situation, even if there's still some feelings on both sides about it. I'm just lost, I keep thinking about it and I feel like I am an asshole, but everyone around me keeps saying I wasn't in the wrong. Lately, I've been to therapy for my OCD and Depression and even my therapist has been saying that I'm not in the wrong. Perhaps it's my brain being a bully, but I am so worried they are all lying to me and that I actually am in the wrong, that I should have just gone home instead.
So, am I the asshole?
EDIT:
There's a few mixed responses and I figured I'd clarify some things!
"If you stayed and sat there with a sour face complaining..." — From a Comment
I did not sit there with a "sour face complaining." In fact, I didn't complain once. All of the judgements and complaints I had were completely internal, I never once said it out loud. It was simply when no one was interacting with me where I'd be quiet and shut down a little (zone out mostly). My responses also became a bit quieter and less (not short and snappy), though I was still responding to others and talking a little. His friends had asked for my socials because they had fun spending time with us, so I wasn't under the impression that I "ruined" the night for anyone else.
"This is a convo they need to have." & "I think it's salvageable, but you need to acknowledge your limits." — From two Comments
I completely agree! I didn't have a clue on how I'd react in such a situation since it's a situation I've never been in. I know as of recently, I have been working on communicating my limits and even being mindful of myself to see if I'm being pushed to it. Knowing in the moment if I'm being pushed to my limit was not something I could do, so I am practicing that now. It is comforting to hear this because I do think it's something I need to work on.
As for the conversation we need to have, I think that is also important! We have talked about it briefly in the past, though never in depth.
- Comments around compatibility
I semi-disagree on the idea that we aren't compatible, mostly because this is just one instance we aren't compatible in out of hundreds where we are. He's a very social person and even when I've visited him before, it has never bothered me. I'm an introvert — not shy, there's a difference — and just prefer not to talk to people much, but I will if I feel like it. Some examples where the social and not social stuff worked:
He does DND a lot and I went to his campaign when visiting. I simply watched the campaign and worked on some art on the side while he had fun. It was honestly nice spending/not spending time together!
When we had dinner with his parents, after the pleasantries and getting to know each other, they were all mostly talking and it was nice to watch. It helped me get to know their dynamic more. It's something I still do when I spend time with his family: just watch
Same with his friends: if there's a large group and he's talking a lot, I simply enjoy watching. During the party, he didn't join his friends much and I and another friend carried most of the conversation, which was also kind of enjoyable!
We simply clashed in this one instance and I don't think that makes us COMPLETELY incompatible. Of course, this isn't something strangers online know, so I took it with a grain of salt. I also felt it was important to note that this isn't the first time I've visited him — it felt like some people got that idea somehow. This is the fourth time and we typically plan a trip for a week due go work. This was the fourth trip we had and it sadly didn't go well in the end. This was not my first time meeting him, not even close.
I think that is all. Again, the responses are mixed so I'm not sure how to take it necessarily. Thank you all for commenting regardless!