The man I’ve been seeing, A, called tonight. I knew I was worried about a lack of communication for a reason. He sounded funny on the phone. Told me he was sick. Then, after we chatted a few minutes, he said there was something he needed to talk to me about. My stomach fell to my feet. I took a breath and asked him what it was.
Turns out, A has been thinking about his ex lately. Not in a we might get back together way, but just thinking about her. They were together 2 years before she broke it off. He never found out why. And that’s driven him nuts. But he felt like it wasn’t fair to me to be with me and think about her. So, even though, as he says, I’m awsome, and he loves hanging out with me, we are taking a break. Not breaking up. I told him he can’t get rid of me that easy! In 2 weeks, we will re-evaluate and go from there.
But the thing is, is that he doesn’t want to cut off contact with me. He just wants a break from hanging out with me. He wants me to text him, tell him how my doctors appt for my back goes, and just to tell him things in my life. I told him to text me too.
So there’s that. It will be a month on Friday that we’ve been seeing each other. I haven’t cried about this. Maybe because its not over? I don’t know. But I do know that all I wanted to do after we hung up the phone was go for a run. Maybe my mojo is back? I don’t know. But I do know that I’m not giving up without a fight.
Is it just me, or does anyone else sometimes feel like when you are truly happy, some force comes in and smacks you down? At least that’s how I feel tonight.
Sigh.
Runnin' Down a Dream 