Magpye is Moping
September 5, 2008Well, kids, I think I give up. I don’t know. My sweetie, I just can’t figure out what’s going on with him, and I can’t go on not sleeping and hurting inside and waiting for something to happen. I don’t want to give up on him, I really don’t, I don’t want to lose him. But I can’t sit here and look at the events of the last two weeks and convince myself that nothing has changed, because something is most definitely very, very different.
Two weeks ago: twenty to thirty texts a day, many of them a bit randy.
Today: maybe four, very bland.
Two weeks ago: meeting at lunch just to steal kisses.
Today: haven’t seen him in two weeks.
Two weeks ago: Felt like the beginning.
Today: Feels like there’s nothing left but the clean up.
I can’t get him to talk to me, he won’t admit anything has changed, and he gets defensive and I end up feeling like I’m overreacting and being clingy and whiny. Part of me thinks he’s trying to get me to walk away, so he won’t have to. Part of me wants to be patient and wait out this thing with his mom. Part of me knows it’s way more than just his mom being here that’s going on, and part of me doesn’t want to hear it. Part of me is thinking, “Hey, didn’t you just get OUT of this relationship with that OTHER guy?”
Right… and who helped convince me to do that? Shit.
I literally felt your pain reading that. I also felt that knot in your stomach.
Good Luck.
As a man, I can definitely confirm that something else is going on. We don’t go from 30 texts a day to 4 generic texts a day in just two weeks unless something else is going on.