So...back to being 'sad in the city'.
So what happened to the RELATIONSHIP?
It was a bumpy ride that I didn't have my seatbelt on for.
We drove into the biggest, and final pothole 2 nights ago. Things were finally going well, I'd just had my graduation which he had helped me get ready for and had attended the family dinner and was fantastic (apart from not thanking my dad for dinner, which is a big thing for me. Manners maketh the man and all that). Anyway, I was going to meet his parents at a family BBQ 2 days ago. Unfortunately, I had my own family dinner to attend with several relatives i had not seen for a long time, and work earlier. Busy. So low and behold I could not make it to his family meet and greet because work ran late and I was late for my dinner as it was. Obviously I kept in touch regarding this change of events and I had warned him prior that I may have to come a bit later after my dinner. Anyway, after saying sorry but I would have to go straight to my dinner, I receive a message back from him an hour later saying how embarrassed and let down he was by me. Confused? I was too. Seems rational to be understanding considering I was forthcoming with everything and it was not a blow off in the least. The most pathetic turn of events? Without a doubt. Anyway, after some confused texting back he rang and was still angry so naturally there was nothing else to do but hang up on him.
Later that night whilst having a wine and chocolate with a friend I get a call from him saying he 'may' have overreacted. You think?! Anyway, he said he would come round and was going to get a taxi as he had been drinking. He then texted and asked whether I would pick him up. Hell no! So he arrives dutifully in a taxi. Despite having apologized more or less on the phone he storms in on his high horse determined that I had blown him off. A large argument ensues where he threatens to walk out but stops at the door. It was humorous in a petty way so I laughed and we started to make up. Then I made a comment about his heinous face when he knows he has done something wrong. In a joking/make light of the situation way of course. He lost it. Started putting his clothes back on shouting angrily at me that you don't call your boyfriend heinous blah blah. I roll my eyes and say we really don't need to do this (again). So I stand up and grab his jeans and tell him not to be so silly and I was joking. He shoves me hard so I sit back on the bed and proceeds to rip the jeans out of my arms giving me a nasty scratch/bruise on my arm. Yells he is 'done' and that I was just trying to 'make him feel bad' by making a fuss about my arm. He then storms out leaving all the doors in the house open. This being 2am.
To top it off? I never heard an apology or any word afterwards. Oh, except for a 1.30am text the next night saying "Do you miss me?" WHAT. A. JERK.
I keep picking the wrong men. I just hope this is the last 'learning curve' I have because this is getting freaking ridiculous and I have a scratch on my arm to show for my troubles.
Love S (S for single)
