I do have intrusive thoughts, but the thing is that I don't get scared with some. I often wonder, "Because I don't feel anxious or depressed, does it mean that my thoughts are real??" I'm always thinking about who my next boyfriend will be and hoping that he doesn't have the same qualities I dislike in my current boyfriend. When I thought about it at that moment, I didn't seem to care, but now as I read what I typed I feel terrible.. I don't have a reason for why I think like that. Sometimes I wonder if I can just get on with my life and hurry up and break up with him because "there's no point" in being with him, and my heart-break will mend faster the sooner I end it with him. I know I like him, I really do. I care for him. My ROCD has gotten less severe, but it still takes a toll on me. Yesterday he was joking around on our 7-month and he said, "My girlfriend doesn't have the same taste in music as me!!" and on the outside I laughed and said, "Shut up!" but on the inside I was a wreck, thinking that we weren't perfect, obsessing about how we were so "different", and wondering if his next girlfriend would like the same music as him and if they would be a happy couple blah blah blah... So just because I have intrusive thoughts does it mean that it's real? I also have my voices in my head that whenever I'm talking to a guy on Facebook or in real life, my voices say, "Make your boyfriend jealous." and of course I've learned to shrug it off, as I've never acted on my intrusive thoughts before, but why? Why do I think that?
Also my jealousy mixed with anxiety and ROCD gets pretty intense. Yesterday when my boyfriend and I were at Costco, I saw him look at a pretty girl and I felt so ugly, so pathetic. Actually the whole time we were in the damn place I was scanning around to see if there were any pretty girls around us. I kept looking and her, wondering how pretty she was and looking at my boyfriend, wondering if he was still looking at that pretty girl. I couldn't take my thoughts anymore and I just walked away by myself to get some space and try to convince myself that checking out other people was natural. I was hurt, my self-confidence was bruised, and I was jealous. I don't know if this is just a personal issue, but I just don't like how he looks at me the same way he looks at other girls. Where is the true meaning about how special I am? I see a lot of emotions in his eyes but I never see how he looks at me the way that (I hate to say) I want to. Help please?