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Aug 21, 2011 22:44

I drove home a jumbled mix of emotions.  Thick tears obscured my vision and I kept asking myself the same question over and over: am I selfish for expecting him to want to see me or is he selfish for disregarding my feelings and leaving?

I decided it didn't matter either way. What mattered most was this:

I picked up my life and moved here because I thought I could be happy here.  With him. Nine months later, I'm not all that happy here. And while he might argue I'm too attached at times, I would conversely argue that he is not attached enough.  I don't feel like he cares.  He spouts out the words that doting boyfriends should, but his actions betray them.  I often feel unimportant.  I sometimes feel like an afterthought: Oh yes, I suppose she might want to see me tonight after having been gone several days.

I don't want to be an afterthought.  I want to matter.  I want to feel important and cherished.  And I want my boyfriend to want to see me. When faced with the options of continuing a card game or waiting for my arrival, I want him to choose me.

I know other men who would have.  I know other men who did.

relationships, andrew

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