I Became My Boyfriend’s Emotional Support Dog (And You Should Too!)
It all started innocently enough: long walks in the park, late-night cuddles on the couch, weekend road trips with the windows down and his hand on my thigh. But when he started offering me belly rubs in lieu of sex, I had to ask myself: am I my boyfriend’s emotional support dog?
I’ve had friends turn into emotional support dogs for their boyfriends before. I watched them transform from strong, confident women to snuggly, cuddly lil puppies. I never wanted to be that person, that puppy. Yet, there I was, curled up on the foot of his bed, watching lovingly as he played Fortnite on his Switch.
A part of me was angry, but mostly? I was relieved. I think, deep down, I wanted to be the cute, fun, and perky little thing that makes him feel better about himself. After all, he’s my person! And I’m his girl. Just look at the collar he gave me! It is not my style — gaudy and rhinestoned — but as soon as I saw how happy he was when I put it on, I knew I’d never take it off.
He’s my best friend, and I’m his favorite companion. We do everything together! I swear, as long as I’m in the same room as him I’m happy. Once, he even took me with him to a bar! We had to sit outside because he didn’t like how I was behaving around his friends, but it was so nice of him to include me.
He hasn’t brought me to his parents’ house yet, though. He doesn’t think his mom will like me very much.
But that’s ok! Because he really, really loves me. Sure, he ignores a lot of my whining, but it’s only because he thinks most of my problems don’t actually matter, not compared to his. He just knows what’s best for me! Like, when I tore my ACL chasing after one of his wild frisbee tosses, he made sure to have a friend stay with me while he went to a basketball game because he didn’t trust me to be alone in his apartment.
I guess I do sometimes worry that I’m not a good enough girl for him.
One night, I even found a long golden hair on the sleeve of his blue cardigan, a stark contrast to my hair: short and chocolate. I had visions of him playing around with some other bitch. Was he serving her gourmet grass-fed beef? Was he asking her for kisses in the dark of night?
I tried to confront him about it, but he just pushed me away and told me to calm down. He asked Alexa to put on Paul Simon Radio and walked out the door. I sat on the floor in the kitchen for what felt like an eternity, waiting, wondering if he had left me for good. By the time he came home, I was so excited to see him I couldn’t even remember what we had been fighting about.
Honestly, becoming my boyfriend’s emotional support dog has been the best thing to ever happen to me. I love him, and he needs me. I used to waste so much time trying to find my life’s purpose in friends, family, or work. None of those things matter now, though, because I know my purpose: keeping him happy!
He’s my whole world, and I’m his snuggly, cuddly lil puppy.