the_alchemyst Posted March 17, 2006 Posted March 17, 2006 We broke up. YES!! So, I posted on the dating forum what had happened: Basically, I messed up and acted like an idiot the night he asked me to go over to sleep. I thought about it long and hard and realized how badly I had acted. Because of this, I ventured out to his house to apologize. I went and he wasn't home from work yet, so I was in the living room with his parents, which made me embarrased because even though they didn't ask, they knew something was wrong. I waited for about 30 minutes and then he finally got home. We went to his room, and he started picking up his clothes--completely ignoring me. I asked him to please just give me a few minutes. He told me to hurry because he was going to go out, had to do his laundry, and was tired, and just simply did not have my time. Nice, huh? I figured I kinda deserved that, though, after how I had acted. He listened to me and cried a bit. I apologized heartily and he "accepted" it. But then he said he "didn't care" about anything anymore because he didn't want to be with me anymore. That he hated me. We lingered around for a while. He was just being mean. I tried to explain some things to him, but it was useless; he wasn't listening. I gave him a hug and he hugged me back and then started to cry. He didn't cry much, but he did, and not to mention I didn't cry at all. I thanked him for passing his cold sore onto me, trying to make him stop crying, and he just asked where I had gotten it and told me to take the medicine I had gone to go get for him (when he had it). I said no, thanks. He cried some more and said that I was making him like this, and I asked him why. He said it was because he wanted to be alone. But then he went onto say how we were never going to be together again and that there were going to be no more chances. He said he wasn't going to be with anyone else, either, because he didn't want to be with anyone else, since we are all the same (and yet, I'm his first gf). He said he was going to close himself up because if I was the best, imagine the worst. That hurt. I just wanted to leave now because he seemed to only be getting worse. He cried some more. And then a bit more. When I tried to console him he told me not to, so I left him and just asked him to please not be that way. Finally we were leaving, hugged and kissed each other and then I said "I love you" and I was surprised when he said "And I love you." Wtf?! I had mentioned before that I was thirsty, so as we left, he drove to a Jack in the Box and bought a drink for me and some food for himself. He handed it to me and he started to drive me home, but I told him to drop me off elsewhere. He asked why and I asked him what he was going to go to my house for. (I mean, my parents had a dinner planned for him, and when I asked him that out of curtesy he come to my house and then we would tell them we weren't going to be together anymore, he said no. This hurt because he knows my parents are very formal and yet they have been SO nice to him, that I think they deserved it. But nope. He dropped me off at the gym and I called someone to pick me up. I waited a bit in his car and I gave him a small flower I had picked for him and told him the story behind the flower. He asked me where I go those flowers, and I explained. He said he would keep it and put it away. Then I finally got out of the car. We hugged and kissed. I told him I loved him again, and he did the same. This is way wasn't like the last time we broke up. That time we spent the entire afternoon together, per his request. He wanted me to lie with him since, as he said it, who knew when or if that would happen again. He even asked me to make love to him (uh, yea . . . that's what he said) because he wanted me to be his one last time. When we said good bye, he held my hand all they way, we kissed, he hugged, we told each other that we loved each other, and that we would be good friends. That time felt like the definitive. This time, though, it felt like he just wanted me to leave because he was still too angry. He didn't want any hugs, kisses, or anything. He just cried some and seemed frustruated. I don't know what to make of this. Hell, I feel so bad right now I don't even know how I managed to type so much. I wonder why he was so different from last time . . . Sigh. Advice, guys, please . . .
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