The Man and I had a very rough week, that week we broke up. I was resolute. And I caved.
We texted after meeting that night 10 days ago. And we stated we would do better if the other person would try to do better. I cannot remember the next time I saw him, I think we went to the fair. He was trying. I was PMSie and standoffish. I think we had sex and it was sweet. It was not fucking any more.
And from there it moved quickly again. He is coming here, I am spending nights at his place (which I could not do before). And he IS trying. And he is trying to be the man I deserve. Which is not to say he is being someone he is not – he is just finally seeing things through my eyes.
We are trying not to fall into old patterns – trying to talk more, react less. Things are stressful. He needs to find a place to live….um….TODAY. And it looks like he needs to rehome his dog to do so, which is heartbreaking.
Last night I needed a night alone. He is being clingy. I tend to date men that are more needy than I am (probably a good thing as two uber independent people will never really connect). And I am trying to soothe him while still being true to myself. *I* need time on my own. I need to recharge in the ways I recharge – he cannot change that and I am not going to allow him to guilt me into ignoring that part of myself.
The ex – I think he pulled his page because he lost his job. Wow. That blows.