Me and my boyfriend almost broke up. He wanted to play a little mind game trying to piss me off. So I turned it around on him and started saying things to piss him off instead. We went back and forth until the shit hit the fan, and it was technically over. The things I said were considered unforgivable. The next day, which was today, we talk on the phone. He tells me that he is not breaking up with me, but some things are going to change.

He is exactly right, some things are going to change.

I realize now that I am afraid of him. I am not afraid of him hitting me, but I am afraid of 'getting him started' which is all verbal stuff, but if you could hear it, you would understand. I have given up a lot of what I am for him. The wild alcoholic bitch is all but dead, and in her place has been a woman who worries about his clothes getting washed, his food getting cooked, his happiness. My happiness has taken a back seat to him for long enough. Now don't get me wrong, he never told me to do much of this, I just did it. I became afraid of him, afraid of loosing him and before I knew it, I was suddenly his finger puppet.
This is going to change. This is the FIRST thing that is going to change. I am not living in his house anymore 7 days a week. I will visit him for a couple of days. I will make more time for my friends, because I need them as much as I need him. I will come and go as I please, and I will not answer to anyone. I am 33 years old and I have never had a master before, I don't need one now. The first time that this causes a problem that threatens our relationship, it will be over. I will cry, and I will drink, but I will go on. I will be a person who respects herself for a change instead of someone who allows herself to be shamed in the name of love... Shame and love should never go together in the first place.

Things will change.
Yes they will.
One way or another.