I wrote a post about a month ago regarding my relationship and the anxieties that surrounded it.
I'm upset to report that things have gotten worse, as far as I'm concerned, instead of going up.
On the one side, we've done amazing things together. This isn't one of those relationships that people are always saying, "Oh, we never have anything to talk about. Oh, we never have anything to do." We get out. We do things. And really, he's not directly doing anything big that's bothering me, like cheating or abusing me or, oh, I don't know, using me as a secret drug mule.
But the smallest things he does have lately led me to believe that he's not interested any more, or that he's upset about SOMETHING. For instance, he never calls me. The last time he called was on August 24th at 11:28 to see when he could come over. He never calls me before I go to work to tell me he hopes I have a good day. If I'm on a trip, he doesn't call to tell me he misses me. HE NEVER CALLS. Instead, I'm the one calling him sounding like some sort of a freak when I call to tell him good night, or that I miss him, and when I say these things, he usually dismisses them like they're yesterday's news. Just for once, I'd like to hear him say something like, "I miss you, too, Jess" or, "I love you."
And I feel like some sort of an obsessive-compulsive loser. I mean, just imagine what his Incoming Calls phone register looks like. I must look crazy. But his not calling is what leads me to call him, because I worry that when he doesn't call, something's wrong. And whenever I do get him on the phone, [his cell phone's off] he always sounds irritated to have to talk to me, and the conversations are abrupt and usually end with me feeling worse than I did before.
Last night, I called him up because I was feeling pretty upset. I had had a rehearsal conflict with my choral director, and there was some miscommunication and I was feeling frustrated and embarrassed that I had messed up my appointment. So I called him up and spoke to him. You'd think he would offer some advice, or at least a few soothing words. I'm not asking for a shrink, here, just some sympathy for a stressed-out girl. I get nothing. I had to ask him if he was still on the line a few times because he just wasn't saying anything. After I finished, he still didn't say a damn word. I asked him if he could come over. He said no. His allergies were acting up and he was going to rest. So we hung up.
And the thing that irritates me the most is that if he called me up and asked me to come over, [not that he would...I've never been over his house. He's always at mine and my parents are extremely courteous about leaving us alone.] if I was in bed-ridden pain, I'd be there in ten minutes. I'm always thinking of how I can make him happy- slipping a greeting card in his car, patching his favorite messenger bag, or just emailing him once a day, and he's never responsive. I don't get a "thank you" for anything I do, and quite frankly, I'm at the end of my rope.
I'm in love, dear readers, and I don't know if there's any way I can confront him on this. I don't want to break up with him. It's not that I can't, because if I got it into my head that he was a horrible person, I would give him the boot. I'm not dating him because I feel sorry for him, I'm dating him because I'm really, truly, in love with him. He's said he loves me, but I don't know if he's in love with me. I've got unusually stong emotions for your average 16 year old, and frankly, I think that we can stay together.
Something similar to this happened in June, and later on, he gave me a note saying that he'd been fickle with his emotions and that he'd try harder so we could make things work. I honestly believe that he loves me to this very day, and I'd be the first to tell him if I thought it'd be better if we were apart because of the drifting, but I don't think that's the problem at all.
He's not reading this, but I love him despite his flaws, and I just wish there was some way to quell my anxiety and raise his a little. Things are a tad too casual and I want him to know that my feelings are hurt, but I'm willing to keep trying.
I don't know. Advice? Adages? Cookies? Whatever.