I’m emotionally raw. Hurt by the events this past weekend. Hurt because last night was nice. Friendly, fun, and EXACTLY what I would have liked to see when I was with him. So he’s capable. He just chose not to. And that hurts. Because I miss him, I care about him. I don’t want to be treated badly, I want to be treated well, and he did that last night. If he could do that consistently in a relationship, I’d want to be with him. As he was, NO. But that way? Yes. And that hurts that he doesn’t seem to care about me. At all. So I feel used. I’m so confused. I need a distraction. A longer term distraction. Sigh.
So I hurt.
And now I’m sick. Great. AGAIN. This is nuts!