Progress

There are five stages to grief. One of them is Anger. I'm in that stage.

It has come to my attention that I do not deserve this. Everything that has happened has been on Eric's terms. We moved in together when he said it was okay. Then he dumped me. Then he decides we're on a break. And he gets to decide when/if we get back together.

Nevermind the fact that I do everything to hold our relationship together. I cook, I clean, I plan things for us to do. And he doesn't even feel the need to pay attention to me. And if I'm upset, somehow it gets turned around to his problems and his needs.

Is it so much to ask that he come home once in a while? Apparently. Apparently, hanging out with his loser friends is MUCH more important than any relationship we have. (And no, I'm not being mean there, his friends are all losers. Trust me on that. None of them do anything with their lives.)

I don't know where I'm going with this rant. All I know is, I'm not going to wait around for him to decide he's ready to be a man and face the fact that having a girlfriend is more than just having a pretty girl waiting at home, when and if he decides to come home. I'll wait for now, but if something much better comes my way...I don't think I'm going to see all this hurt as worth the effort. He needs to show me that he's really sincere.