He told me that he started thinking about the breakup and started to fear that it would happen again. That it would be unavoidable and worse, from what I gather. Then, he said, he just started to think of me as a friend.
I feel so used and hurt. We dated for a month and a half… Things got pretty physical (although not even half as bad as it could have been). It’s so fucked up. He asked me to be his girlfriend 3 weeks ago. I said no. ONLY because I felt like I was pressuring him, and he didn’t seem that into it.
Yesterday would’ve been our one month anniversary if we’d stayed together. I was the one who initiated the confrontation. He refused to talk to me on the phone about it.
When we talked about being a couple 3 weeks ago, we also talked about what would happen if us dating didn’t work out. We said that we’d be friends, but in the least sense of the word. Probably, we’d say hi only when we saw each other.
But when we talked yesterday, he more or less said he wanted to be friends. Like best buddies friends. He actually said that in a perfect world, things would stay the same, minus physicality. So.. What? We would text every day, go out to see movies, go for late night walks and make dinner together? I’d be like his girlfriend, just not physically… and I would probably like him. It would be torture.
But at the same time, it wouldn’t be. We were friends (or getting there) for two and a half months before we started dating. Things were fine. I was happy being friends with him, actually. I slowly got to like him, though. And I think that would probably happen again. And I wouldn’t want to watch as he dated other girls. As he gave other Ashley Woodses out there googly eyes like he did when we went to the movies…
He didn’t expect that I’d tell him we couldn’t be friends. Not that I was thinking clearly, which I also told him. He said he didn’t think I was so “invested.” But he genuinely seemed like he wanted to be friends. Or use me for rides… who the fuck knows.
I told him that the progress we’ve made since the fallout has taken steps backwards. That I wouldn’t put any effort in being friends, at least for a while, mostly out of fear of another backfire. So he should say hi in a week or so if he still wants to, and we’ll see where it goes. Then HE said he wants to leave it up to me, so I should say hey when I’m ready.
That’s when I exploded. =\ I told him I’m sad, pissed, and will need about a week alone. That I’m tired of always being the one to try in relationships, of always being the one who cares more. That for the next week, 90% of what I’m going to do includes working out until the only pain I can focus on is in-body. Then I’ll come to my senses, miss him, then remember he COULDN’T EVEN CALL ME. So I won’t be the first to say hi, even though I’ll want to. So if he misses me even a little, he’ll be the one to say hello. I just need a week or so to blow off steam.
He said he’s sorry it turned out this way, he never thinks these things out. I laughed and said apparently not… And good luck at school if I don’t hear from him.
Him: “Same to you. Hope it works out”
Me: “We’ll see.”
What does that mean? At the end of the conversation, it sort of sounds like he’s given up on the idea of being friends. Like this is his goodbye or something. But then, ‘hope it works out’ could also refer to us being friends. Which I guess I want. And don’t want. The only way to know would be to try it out.
Right now I just feel like vomitting, though… Didn’t eat last night. My parents had the nerve to go to J’s Deli (the place Trevor showed me). I dreamt someone tried to kill me, Daniel Tosh prevented it, and then I ended up getting swallowed by a tsunami, anyway. That’s the third time in a week I’ve dream-died from a tsunami. I’m losing control.
Literally, the only friend I have is Darcy.
I don’t think he’s going to talk to me again..