If there was ever a time that I thought that my boyfriend could ever be a cold and heartless b*****d, today was that time.
November 29 7:00 PM, we had started dating three years ago.
I had first expected that he and I would do something nice for our three year anniversary, but I ended up spending today puking my guts out. I tried calling him a few times, but was able to get a hold of him later in the afternoon.
He complained that I called him right before he was going to leave to Games Workshop in order to go play some Warhammer 40K.
After I told him that I called for a specific reason, he questioned as to what the call was regarding. I was mad at the fact that he had forgotten that it was our anniversary, but it wasn't like I'd be able to do much since I was sick.
Once I told him that I was sick, he seemed to ignore that and never even asked if I was feeling a bit better or to make sure that I got well quickly.
My mom had called during this discussion to see if I was feeling okay, so I had to end the conversation with the boyfriend in order to talk to my mom. When I told him good bye, he never once said "I love you".
I may try calling him later and tear a strip out of him when I don't feel like crying every five seconds. Most likely, he'll be getting together with one of his friends tomorrow and completely forget about me. Just like it used to be for me before I met him when I was in my previous relationship.
It seems I still have a few tears left to shed, even though my heart is breaking, my mind is telling to just give on it all. How can one man hold my heart and keep away from me? I know that if I lost him, I'd die.
ToonMistress · Thu Nov 29, 2007 @ 10:29pm · 0 Comments |