No, I didn’t pack. He did it. I was gone a few nights to give him space to think and he did. He decided that I’m not worth it and that I didn’t respect him. I talked to a friend when I was upset with him and she called him…the same Sunday morning that he stopped talking to me. I finally realized this morning after almost two weeks that this is what the catalyst was for the silent treatment. She didn’t say much to him, just that I had called upset, and he was so angry that I had talked to someone else that he decided I didn’t need to talk to him anymore.
I keep my blog anonymous because I thought if I talked on here to people who don’t know us personally, I wouldn’t have the need to tell my friends.., but I was wrong. I still need my friends; I will always need my friends. He calls it “drama” and says he doesn’t need it in his life anymore. He said he doesn’t love me, he doesn’t like me and he is on the verge of hating me.
I just wanted to talk to him. He was the only one I wanted to talk to, but it seemed like I could never get through, so I turned elsewhere instead of just giving him time to get over our argument. Now it’s too late.
Last night I went back to the house hoping to talk and what I saw broke me down the moment I walked inside. Everything I own is stacked and packed in the kitchen and adjoining room. The neighbors said they hadn’t seen him in days because he had become a “hermit” since I left. Now I know what was keeping him busy. My heart feels like lead in my chest. There is a constant aching lump in my throat, and my eyes are burning from crying myself to sleep last night and all the way to work this morning.
I know many of you reading this, who have read my past posts, are thinking this is for the best, but my heart doesn’t agree…. it just hurts.
