Three weeks ago, M told me he loved me.
Yesterday, I dumped him.
Here’s the story:
Thursday after kickball (M and I met in a kickball league but were on different teams) M and I went out with all of our friends, had a great night then went to my place. Drinks were involved, as they always seemed to be.
He was in the bathroom getting ready for bed. I was drunkenly looking for my phone. I took his phone to call mine which I figured was in my car. When I walked inside something came over me and I snooped. I found a text to a woman. Well, lots of innocent texts to a lot of women. Except for one.
M told this women she should stop by his house on her drive south and he would give her a full body rub.
My heart sank.
He opened the front door, I shoved his phone into his chest.
He then flipped out, told me to call him when I become more secure and said “not every man is your ex-husband.”
He walked out the door and refused to talk to me FOR TWO DAYS.
Friday night I needed my friends to get me drunk and distract me. And they did.
Saturday he finally called after I called and texted (stupid girl.)
We talked, he said I had nothing to worry about. He admitted he took it too far. He got on my case for snooping, then said something silly to make me laugh.
He told me to get ready then wined and dined me recreating our first date.
Three days of extreme anxiety went by, and I’ll give him credit, he texted more and gave more backrubs.
But it was too late.
Monday night I pounded a bottle of wine with JC (no, sadly not Jesus Christ.)
He’s a good friend. His wife left him over the summer. He moved into my apartment complex. When I first moved to Florida I lived with his ex-wife’s brother.
Anyway, JC let me talk and cry — and get drunk. He ended up comforting me as I was in the fetal position on his couch. And yes, we may have gotten a little too close.
Come Wednesday, I couldn’t take it anymore. And M knew it. He pulled down our photo from his Facebook profile.
I called him, he ignored. I texted, he was a dick.
I finally sucked it up and said
“I see you took down our photo. Should we rip the band-aid off and call it quits?”
He said, “Sounds good to me.”
And that was it.
I was sad and hurt. But also relieved.
It sucks that someone who just told me he loved me, was making plans for me to move in when my lease is up in August, who sold his fast car for a truck to buy a boat because I wanted one, could just be done.
But he’s 44 and now I know there is a reason he is single.
I’m starting to wonder if I will ever find someone who’s in it for the long run.