Had a text conversation with the boy about ‘our situation’, not really but I guess me trying to work things out.
He did respond to the texts at first but didn’t really answer my questions. Every time I made an attempt to try ‘sort it out and move forward’ he would give me an “I don’t know”. He doesn’t want to break up, he won’t tell me he is done. But he doesn’t want to try fix it either. Its like he finds it hilarious keeping me in limbo. He almost ‘bullies’ me with words like “i won’t put up with you snapping” and “it’s too much hassle” yet he doesn’t want to do anything about it (by either fixing it or ending it).
I eventually sent him my final ‘suggestion’ to make things work. It would take about 10 minutes max out of his day, and something that would make both of us happier in the long run. I told him I don’t think we should give up yet and to let me know what he thinks about this.
He replies to people on FB, updates his status via his phone, and won’t reply back to me. This has gone from ridiculous to absurd. It was my ‘final fight’. The ball is in your court now.
Yes he text me back with the most unsatisfying and super crappy indiffierent answer ever. I think tomorrow is when I let him know how I feel. How he can’t treat me like complete shit. Yes I am fully aware everyone needs to look for themselves - that I understand. But you can’t treat me like this either.
I guess if I can somehow rationally tell him this, even by text (that would not be by choice but the SOB won’t pick up my calls) then at least I can finally get it off my chest. After that, well after that I don’t know what happens. But finally I can feel better (yes selfish I know) and him? Well thats when he will have to chose what he wants out of this. And either to shape up or leave.
Euston station tomorrow to get myself to Manchester for a night and then back to London. Ugh.
Well maybe not ugh. I’ve already planned my dinner. At the conveyor belt at YoSushi. Don’t need to appear to be a complete loner at a ‘Table for One’. Yes I’ve had to do this for work a few times and the looks you get…
No sight seeing though, no seeing friends. Strictly business. Ah. I’m getting old!
Welcome to Euston mother fuckers