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Input: Me (F,21) and my S.O (M,23) had been together for almost a year, living together for six months. On the day we had to move out, I had work around 2pm, so we got up earlyish to finish packing. Essentially I had two big bags of clothes and nothing else. My boyfriend has an insanely heavy bed, a big set of drawers, about as tall as I am, two heavy side cabinets, and just a shit ton of tubs full of god knows what. (The large Tupperware kind where you can only carry one at once. )

I spend most of the morning cleaning his drawers because they have mold on them, (we lived in a shitty flat.) While he tries to get rid of useless things in his tubs. He tells me one of his mates are happy to help us move, who is quite strong by the way, so i said great, he can come help us with the big stuff and we can both take down the rest.

S.O says no, heavy stuff first, because we will get tired doing all the little stuff and won't want to do the big stuff and i should just help him. So we go get the trailer and he gets very stressed driving a trailer because there are no brakelights on the trailer. On the way there he's driving quite crazy and fast. He brakes quickly about a meter in front of two school kids while they were walking on a footpath jolting me forwards quite intensely. At this point I'm mad at him for driving recklessly because he can be mad at me but I don't want him killing anyone cause of moving.

We essentially grab the trailer but argue the whole way home. I say I'd still rather his friend did the bed as it's heavy and his friend is kind of a pervert and i don't want him touching bags with my underwear in them. I'm not strong, nor am i strongwilled, so after some debate i just start taking the mattress with him down the stairs to the trailer. After all, I was sleeping on it too, so i think the bed is fair enough. The stairs from our flat to the trailer is very concretey and about 50 steps down. We do the mattress okay, but when we take the bed base down, i trip and it gives me a huge fright. My S.O insists I'm lazy, and trying to get out of helping. At this point its near 1pm and I have work soon, and I start crying from stress. I realize I won't be able to help him at his new place, and he won't care if I'm late for work. We get the bed base down and into the trailer, and then we have to grab a large washing machine.

I say no, i want to take my clothes. He says I'm not trying. I say i never promised I'd help him. He says it's the right thing to do. And I said you can't make me. He says don't make this a consent thing just do it, and this kind of talk goes on and on while I'm crying. Eventually i just grab the side of my clothes bag, and saying please can we just..?

And he slams the lid of the machine shut, making a huge noise, he punches it, goes down the hall, punches the wall, and then slams the door to where our bedroom was. I have about an hour til work, so i grab my stuff and uber to work early. Our friend helps with the rest of the stuff while I'm at work except my clothes are thrown across the floor. Apparently he came out to apologize and when he saw I was gone, he flipped again.

This was months ago, and we've since patched things up but it does mill about in my brain whether I was the asshole he said I was. Also, i found this subreddit a few days ago and fell in love with it. The best ones are where you're not sure who's the asshole. Most people make it sound like their s.o is the asshole for validation however. Not sure if pointing this out makes me an exemption or an example. For context, he was also going through a lot at the time - he has never (bar once) hit or punched anything again in anger.

TLDR: I know a perfect girlfriend would just help. I feel awful for bailing but I did have work. But I gave up earlier than that because I was exhausted and I felt pushed to my limits. I am not very fit. I wish I had the choice. I also feel like if my S.O told me they didn't want to do something, I'd hear out their reasons and not respond aggressively. But it would be frustrating to be abandoned in the middle of a stressful process. I'd love to say I'd done nothing wrong, but I'm not sure. Would love to hear your responses.

not wanting to help my boyfriend move