If your other half ever says these things
to you, do not take them as being totally true, regardless of how many times
you ask them to be completely honest with you and even if they make you promise
never to lie to them:
- You’re really special to me.
- I’m so excited to see you tomorrow.
- I’m in this for the longrun.
- If we’re talking about commitment, I’m there.
- I’m so relaxed around you.
- I’ve got issues, but I want us to be together, please be patient.
- I have no intention of messing this up again.
- I’ve missed you so much.
Having given Mr Dark Horse a second chance
I am now massively regretting my decision.
It came with the usual level of BS; I really want us to be friends, I
don’t want to be with anyone right now, blah blah blah. Less than two hours previously everything was
fine, he had even told me how much he was looking forward to seeing me. So what happened in those two hours?
According to him – nothing. We had spent
the weekend together and everything had been fine, great even. We usually get highjacked when we go out so
we decided to finally spend the evening in together just the two of us. He cooked, we watched a film, perfect. However, there is something fundamental that
happened and it caused him to end it.
What was it?
I’ve reached the drunken stage of sarcastic
curiosity now, I’m temporarily moving on from anger! He made me watch rubbish TV at the start of
the evening – surely that’s reason for me to finish it – maybe I criticised his
favourite presenter, maybe I he gets weirded out by people who hardly talk over
films, maybe our discussion about supernoodles made him realise our different
choices of flavour constituted irreconcilable differences. I’ll never know, and the reason I’ll never
know is because he’s refusing to tell me.
All he’ll say is ‘something changed’.
I went from being the fun girlfriend who made him feel like he was on
top of the world to being an ex. He once
said he loved how considerate I am and how I remember all the little
details. Well, he’ll get quite a shock
next week when a bottle of champagne turns up on his doorstep congratulating
him on his new job… this isn’t me being a weird stalker, I ordered it last week
and the company won’t cancel the order!
I’m so angry. I’m angry with myself for falling for it
again – believing it when he called me special, believing it when he said we
belonged together. The other part is
angry with him – I don’t believe him. I
can’t believe he can just turn his feelings off like that, suddenly not feel
anything for me and want to be on his own.
Either way he’s lying, whether it was then or now. I want this to be a glitch, I want him to
wake up in the morning and realise he’s made a mistake. Why did he spend two days begging me to take
him back only to end it a few weeks later?
So many questions and I don’t even think he knows the answer.
Still, could be worse, he could have slept
with the bridesmaid.
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