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I hear all good things come to an end. I hear patience is a virtue. And lately, I've heard a lot of "You're stupid, why keep trying?"
I'm pretty sure all those things are true.
Because I have been trying to exercise an immense amount of patience with the man in my life, I have chosen other ways to vent or express the frustrations that I feel when he becomes ultra closed off and distant. I write about it, I watch a sad movie and cry, I have a drink, I call up a friend, I go for a walk, I bake something and beat the hell out of the dough...whatever it takes. If after a couple days the feelings don't go away and he's still closed off and brooding over God-only-knows-what, I then choose to gently confront him, because I'm insecure enough in myself and my "relationship" to need reassurances like that, that everything is okay, he told me so himself.
I made the mistake of confiding in a friend about all the goings on of this past week -- now she's been hearing the ups and the downs of my relationship for nine months, and she's always had the same awful opinion of my guy, but has understood that he makes me happy, I enjoy working for our relationship, and frankly, I'm going to do what I'm going to do, I just require that she be a genuine friend and be supportive of me. She's relatively good at this, but I think she's had enough of me showing up at work in tears or unable to function because I've stressed myself out a lot over this man -- it's my own doing, I have never been expecting pity for what's going on in my life.
Kay (my friend) cared so much apparently that she decided to write him a Facebook message, and in no uncertain terms she told him what a piece of shit man that he is, how is mother would be ashamed if she saw how he treats women, and that she can't stand the way he specifically treats me.
He wrote her back, explaining that he pays for everything ((truth) However, I have asked to HELP, to take on my own share of the bills, but then he "wouldn't be able to ask me to leave if I paid for anything" Direct quote.) he includes me in 90% of the things he does (truth) and is thankful to have me in his life (up for speculation) but that she has no right to form this opinion having never met him etcetera. "I don't understand why you woman always assume the worst, why some of you think that us guys have to drop everything in our lives to cater to your bullshit demands." And went on to assume that the issue here was the fact that he has female friends. (That's not the issue, it's the fact that one of his male friends is SETTING HIM UP WITH ANOTHER WOMAN and he thinks I have no clue.)
He was then, of course, angry with me. Because I must make him out to be the worst man in the world -- a total dick. Which, he is, but I don't make him out that way. Kay, for instance, will ask a question, I will respond, she'll say, "What an asshole!" and I spring to defend him with any and all reasons that could possible explain away his actions and thought process.
I expected his anger. I expected that he revert back to the same old conversation, "I think it's a mistake that you live with me, this is moving way too fast."
I didn't expect that to be very closely followed with, "You have until Wednesday to get out. I've never met any of your friends, but they all think I'm a piece of shit, maybe you should listen to them."
He's determined that we had a good run, we should cut our losses.
I'm just this side of devastated.
Turns out, he has never gotten over the fact that I snooped through his phone a couple times, and I understand why -- what I can't really figure out is if he cares about me, does he not care for my piece of mind? Does he not comprehend that his shady attitude and total lack of communication is what made me want to dig in and find out what the hell was going on? That despite all the reasoning I could hand him, more than anything I regret it so much, and wish everyday to undo what I have done, but that's completely impossible.
I guess --- this relationship was never real to him, and I've been the only one fighting for it. I guess I'm convenient because I've always fought, and he's never had to. I guess he only cares about me as much as he does any other random human being, I just cook well and fold his clothes just right, something.
I had thought it would be worth it to him to communicate with me better so that instead of having drama in our lives we would end up stronger for our trials and tribulations.
I didn't know I'd get kicked out. Had no clue he'd decide he was done with me. But, if everything the users of this forum have told me, and the general course of history are to be proven -- I should have expected this.
A sniper is the worst romancer, they never make the first move.