I posted on here a few weeks ago. I have been with a man for the last year. In the beginning it was wonderful. he cared and listened. I cared and listened to his problems too. We spent hours on the phone (we were in diff states). I should have taken the hint when I heard the ice clinking in his glass while we were on the phone. I should have known his emotional out pours were partly due to alcohol. Nonetheless, I fell n "love". He moved here (not for me but for a job) and we fell deeper in love.We were inseparable. We even discussed marriage, even though he stated at times he would never marry again. Oddly, he was always the one that brought marriage up, not me ! He had to stay with his parents for a while until he got started in his job. He finally got his own place, a good job and started making money. He pulled away and I struggles to pull him back. We still talked everyday for hours. One night he calls and picks a fight with me (we rarely argued) about something I considered silly. A friend had asked us to return a bowl to her from a party we had. We both replied and it came down to we were supposed to meet them for drinks and exchange the bowl, during a certain week. I sent him a text and asked if he wanted me to arrange the time. He blew up. Next thing I knew he broke up with me over the phone. I was confused and devesated. i did not call him. he called me one night a week later and needed to talk about his health (midnight call). I obliged and listened. After that he called everyday. We even "hooked up" on Labor day. (yes, it was dumb). A week later we had tix to a concert. We still went together. We stayed together that night too. He kissed me goodbye the next morning and called me later in the day. I have not heard from him since. This was a week ago. I have sent one "miss you, but I know it is over" text in the week. I have not called. It has taken everything in me not too. I could not even get out of bed yesterday to get my daughter to school. I did some reading in my "Women who love to much" book last night. It helped, but then again it makes me feel like I pushed him away. I called the counselor I have not seen in over a year and an appt. I got involved with an alcoholic (drink sat least 3-4 liquor drinks per night, drunk at least once a week). What was I thinking? Why am I still so attached and crave to just hear his voice? Why did he just cut it off again like that? I know it is for the best, but it hurts like hell.
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