I'm getting really tired of this.
I almost broke it off with him again on Thursday, because he was off for 4 days last week and didn't try to talk to me ONCE while he was off. The only reason I didn't break it off is because his brother and I were talking, and his brother was telling me about the horrendous fights that were going on at the house. I felt very selfish at that point.
Saturday morning he and I got in a fight, which I instigated. I have asked him several times to hang out with me in the morning after work, for a half hour or whatever, grab some breakfast, have a conversation, SOMETHING--and he won't do it. He has to go run home to her. I guess he doesn't want her to know he's still talking to me. But--Saturday morning, its a-ok to be late going home because he has to run to his buddies house and do him a favor. WTF? So I got pissed, told him why, and he invited me along. Gee, how fucking thoughtful. Only when I piss and moan that you have time for your buddies and not for me, do you decide to add me as an after-thought. No fucking way. So I fought with him. I cried my eyes out again. I explained that his actions speak way louder than his words when it comes to my importance. Sure, I'm great to hang out with and kiss on at work, but once work is over, he runs straight home, and ignores me the whole time he's there. Its like he has a double fucking life, and its not fair to me.
He supposedly went to the lawyer on Saturday. Who fucking knows anymore.
I told him Saturday, while he was at work and I was out with my bestest friend, that I can't text him when he's at home, because I don't know whether or not she's there. He said he understands, and that he would talk to me the next day (Sunday). Did I hear from him? Nope.
What pisses me off even more--Phil, the guy he had to do a favor for at work, was trying to cheer me up about the situation, I assume--the guys at work were going to organize a card game Sunday night, cause work was closed down for the day. Well, the card game fizzled, but Phil said that Tony had told him he was going to hang out with me Sunday night still, and tell his wife that he was at the card game. I told Phil not to lie, cause it wasn't going to happen. Phil insisted that Tony told him that, and I explained to Phil that Tony has no balls, and he wouldn't lie to her like that for the sake of hanging out with me.
And I was right.
I knew it wouldn't happen....but it still hurts me. I try not to get my hopes up, but you know I still do. And it fucking kills me to be ignored by someone who claims to care about me.
Crying again............just fucking shoot me.
I almost broke it off with him again on Thursday, because he was off for 4 days last week and didn't try to talk to me ONCE while he was off. The only reason I didn't break it off is because his brother and I were talking, and his brother was telling me about the horrendous fights that were going on at the house. I felt very selfish at that point.
Saturday morning he and I got in a fight, which I instigated. I have asked him several times to hang out with me in the morning after work, for a half hour or whatever, grab some breakfast, have a conversation, SOMETHING--and he won't do it. He has to go run home to her. I guess he doesn't want her to know he's still talking to me. But--Saturday morning, its a-ok to be late going home because he has to run to his buddies house and do him a favor. WTF? So I got pissed, told him why, and he invited me along. Gee, how fucking thoughtful. Only when I piss and moan that you have time for your buddies and not for me, do you decide to add me as an after-thought. No fucking way. So I fought with him. I cried my eyes out again. I explained that his actions speak way louder than his words when it comes to my importance. Sure, I'm great to hang out with and kiss on at work, but once work is over, he runs straight home, and ignores me the whole time he's there. Its like he has a double fucking life, and its not fair to me.
He supposedly went to the lawyer on Saturday. Who fucking knows anymore.
I told him Saturday, while he was at work and I was out with my bestest friend, that I can't text him when he's at home, because I don't know whether or not she's there. He said he understands, and that he would talk to me the next day (Sunday). Did I hear from him? Nope.
What pisses me off even more--Phil, the guy he had to do a favor for at work, was trying to cheer me up about the situation, I assume--the guys at work were going to organize a card game Sunday night, cause work was closed down for the day. Well, the card game fizzled, but Phil said that Tony had told him he was going to hang out with me Sunday night still, and tell his wife that he was at the card game. I told Phil not to lie, cause it wasn't going to happen. Phil insisted that Tony told him that, and I explained to Phil that Tony has no balls, and he wouldn't lie to her like that for the sake of hanging out with me.
And I was right.
I knew it wouldn't happen....but it still hurts me. I try not to get my hopes up, but you know I still do. And it fucking kills me to be ignored by someone who claims to care about me.
Crying again............just fucking shoot me.
whats your work schedule like this week? im gonna be celebrating my 30th birthday this thursday, friday & saturday & i'd LOVE to see ya at some point during the weekend. whaddya say?