Squidless.
The squid has not called, texted or emailed me since I left SF on July 30. I am hurt by this. He makes so very little effort these days to stay connected or to show interest. I have still been spending a couple nights a week at his place. It's true that I live with Trousers, but I still have a lot to give the squid, and I show a lot of interest in him, make plans with him and think of things to do to help him or offer him to make his life better. I receive none of this in kind. He arrives in Portland on Tuesday. We're spending a few days here then driving back. When I was planning this trip and asked if he'd want to spend five or six days, he announced that he'd miss Miss Tasty, but he supposed he could come to Portland. It's not that I even think of myself as the primary these days, but it's very painful to still call it ... something it's not ... and to receive not even the semblance of interest. If we just call it what it is, I think it will hurt less. I've heard much more even from friends on this trip - commenting on my FB posts and photos about where I've been and what I'm doing, or texts asking how it's going, emails planning things for when I get back. This is what you do when you're interested in someone and have a connection. It's not difficult or time-consuming, at least it doesn't seem so if you like someone. He's not even a very good friend. How sad is that?