I've always hated Mexico
For the past seven days , I have been rechecking every e-mail that I have sent to Aaron looking for subtext I might have unintentionally inserted into each message. This is all you can do when a person you think is going to respond says nothing in response; all you can do is open your "sent mail" folder and stare at missives you allready mailed (electronically) , deconstructing every sentence and wondering if-somehow-you accidentally offended him.
So Aaron has not responded to one of my e-mails, he hasn't text me, no telegram, homing pigeon, nothing. And he doesn't have myspace, or facebook, or even aim. (I would die). So its safe to say that after day seven of no communication...I'm freaking the fuck out. Did he die? Did he all of a sudden figure out that I'm a raging lunatic who sometimes only showers once a week and falls into deep bouts of depression for no reason? No. He must be dead. I wanted to call his brother but convinced myself that that would constitute as "crazy girlfriend" behavior. Finally I called him
Aaron: Hey Baby! How are you!!
Me: Well I'm glad to hear that you're alive
Aaron: Whaaaat?
Me: Where have you been? Where did you go?
Aaron: I went to Mexico with my lab.
Me: You went to Mexico? (I can feel my ears filling up with steam)
Aaron: Yeah, I told you that.
Me: You never said anything to me.
Aaron: I swear I must have told you.
Me: No
Aaron: Were you worried about me?
Me: YEAH I WAS WORRIED ABOUT YOU! I'VE BEEN FREAKING OUT THINKING YOU WERE DEAD AND SHIT!
Aaron: Oh. I swear I told you. (thats all he says)
Me: Well, its nice to know your alive. Goodbye.
(click)
Now I don't know what worries me more. The fact that the words "I'm sorry Michelle" never came out of his mouth or that I remember the entire phone conversation ver batium.
But I guess I should be used to this kind of shit by now, this is only the thousandth time.
A entire day goes by and Aaron never calls or texts or whatever. I don't know if he's at home, or at work, or eating lunch, but I know he doesn't care. I start to get really depressed. I am in a relationship where my bf has all the power. I might as well be a slave.
So what do I do?
Naturally I call him, tell him I overreacted, and make plans to have dinner with him the night I get back to Arizona. I still make it a point that he never told me, but I follow that testimony with a saccharine, "I was just worried baby".
I hate myself.
And what does he say?
"Of course we can have dinner. I've missed you. I'm in Cali right now, but I'll be back Wed night. Love you"
Still no sorry/regret/sorrow/ repentance/shame. Still cooler than the other side of the pillow.
So Aaron has not responded to one of my e-mails, he hasn't text me, no telegram, homing pigeon, nothing. And he doesn't have myspace, or facebook, or even aim. (I would die). So its safe to say that after day seven of no communication...I'm freaking the fuck out. Did he die? Did he all of a sudden figure out that I'm a raging lunatic who sometimes only showers once a week and falls into deep bouts of depression for no reason? No. He must be dead. I wanted to call his brother but convinced myself that that would constitute as "crazy girlfriend" behavior. Finally I called him
Aaron: Hey Baby! How are you!!
Me: Well I'm glad to hear that you're alive
Aaron: Whaaaat?
Me: Where have you been? Where did you go?
Aaron: I went to Mexico with my lab.
Me: You went to Mexico? (I can feel my ears filling up with steam)
Aaron: Yeah, I told you that.
Me: You never said anything to me.
Aaron: I swear I must have told you.
Me: No
Aaron: Were you worried about me?
Me: YEAH I WAS WORRIED ABOUT YOU! I'VE BEEN FREAKING OUT THINKING YOU WERE DEAD AND SHIT!
Aaron: Oh. I swear I told you. (thats all he says)
Me: Well, its nice to know your alive. Goodbye.
(click)
Now I don't know what worries me more. The fact that the words "I'm sorry Michelle" never came out of his mouth or that I remember the entire phone conversation ver batium.
But I guess I should be used to this kind of shit by now, this is only the thousandth time.
A entire day goes by and Aaron never calls or texts or whatever. I don't know if he's at home, or at work, or eating lunch, but I know he doesn't care. I start to get really depressed. I am in a relationship where my bf has all the power. I might as well be a slave.
So what do I do?
Naturally I call him, tell him I overreacted, and make plans to have dinner with him the night I get back to Arizona. I still make it a point that he never told me, but I follow that testimony with a saccharine, "I was just worried baby".
I hate myself.
And what does he say?
"Of course we can have dinner. I've missed you. I'm in Cali right now, but I'll be back Wed night. Love you"
Still no sorry/regret/sorrow/ repentance/shame. Still cooler than the other side of the pillow.