The Catherinette Chronicles

You warned me this was going to happen.

You told me that I should just stay away.

Well, I didn’t listen. I went ahead and decided to give 3D another shot-gave him the benefit of the doubt that we loved each other enough to try to work things out. Yeah, not so much.

Last Friday we talked things out and I set down some boundaries. He complied, but he still acted like the needy, insecure guy that he is. We had to have a discussion about feelings every single night since Friday. Now, I don’t know about you, but I’m not the “let’s talk about feelings until we’re both blue in the face” kind of girl. Frankly, talking about feelings makes me want to throw myself out the nearest window. 3D, on the other hand, thinks it’s important to communicate every second of every waking day. “It’s what you do in a relationship,” he says, “Communication is important.” Yeah, it’s important to communicate, but not so much that it gets in the way of breathing. Really? Before the 3 month mark in a relationship, there shouldn’t be that freaking much that you have to work out.

But I digress…

So, we gave it another shot, and we ended up having all these stupid lame asstalks about feelings and bumps in the road and why won’t you just love me, and why don’t you want to be with me all the time, and I know you said you needed your space tonight but can I see you anyway. Needless to say, this was not turning out the way that I had hoped. It’s as if he had gone from my dreamy dreamboat to Captain Needy McNeederton from Needyville. Seriously, shoot me in the face. I can’t handle all that insecurity.

The final straw happened last night. I talked to him at about 7:30 while I was on my way to therapy. At the end of the conversation I told him that I would just talk to him tomorrow (which is now today. It’s crazy how that whole time thing works.), and he got kind of needyquiet. He then asked, “Why’s that?” I had to explain to him that I just wanted to be by myself afterwards, so he proceeded to get cranky and we said goodnight.

At 9:50 he sends me the following text message: Hon, I know you said you wanted your space tonight. I just need to know that everything is ok between you and I.

For the love!! For the freaking love of things and stuff. Really? You can’t let me have one night? Not one god damned night to myself? My first reaction was to call him back and tell him everything was fine (which was a lie), but I was afraid we’d have to talk about feelings again. Then I thought I’d just text message him in the morning and told him that I didn’t get his message (another lie). Then I wondered, how bad are things that I’d rather lie to him to save myself the trouble of dealing with this?

I’ve been dreading having to have “the talk” with him. He’s clever, he’s manipulative, I was sure that he would talk me out of it. He knows just what to say, and what to do. Let’s be honest, he can play me like a violin-he’s that good. So I decided that email would be the way to go. Self preservation, that’s my justification. I can’t afford to put myself in a situation where I’m going to walk away with doubts, or worse yet, not walk away at all. It’s like he was beating the spirit out of me, and I just didn’t want to put myself in that position anymore.

Long email, all eloquent and shit.

Feelings, blah blah, control issues, blah blah we tried, blah blah can’t do this, blah blah sexually compatible, blah blah glass half full blah blah this isn’t working blah blah you can’t change my mind blah blah can’t give you what you need blah blah communication blah blah feelings blah blah love blah blah no future blah blah blame blah blah peace out, Homes.

I think you get the picture. So, I end the message by telling him that I don’t want to talk things out and that I don’t want to see him because it would make things harder. I hit send.

He responds (like I knew he would). At the end of his message, he writes, “Can you still take me to XYZ on Thursday? I really can’t ask anyone to take off that day.” WHAT??

Umm…no.