I determined I’d be a sweet girlfriend today, and offer lunch to a very, very stressed out boyfriend who regularly neglects himself in favor of everyone else.

I think I might have called his cell phone seven or eight times all morning. He never picked up.

Optimistically concluding that he was in meetings and unable to take my calls (even though he really, really wanted to - of course) I drove the 15 minutes or so to his office.

He was less than happy to see me. (Wound #1)

And then he apologized for not taking my calls. (Wound #2)

After we’d chatted for exactly 12 minutes, with me explaining my intent (take him to lunch or bring him some lunch), he rebuffed me with an explanation that he had food in the fridge. I teased him that we could for for 30 minutes, and he commented that he’d already wasted 20 minutes with me there. (Wound #3)

After being hurt by that but trying to let it go, I teased him that he just didn’t want to spend time with me. He told me to take some of my bags (baggage) and throw them in the closet for a couple of days. (Wound #4)

At this comment, my smile grew fixed, and my heart grew icy. I knew it was time to go. I knew I’d never, ever stop by to surprise him again. I knew my theory regarding him pulling back was 100% correct. And it all hurt.

I left.

Unhappy,

michelle