I've been busy enough lately that I do not feel like sitting down and writing for an hour before going to bed instead of watching TV for an hour, and I have several post drafts waiting in a queue to actually get written. While I have some time on a Saturday night, why not start with what I'm sure many people wonder about (because lots of people ask me about it, and really this blog is about me, right?): What is the deal with me and CF?
Recap: 18 months after I moved away from family and friends for our relationship, he
made the decision against
my better judgment to take one job over another,
and the new job required that he move further West. Further away from my family on the East Coast and his in Europe. I make
sure that it is known that he has his dream job, but to me it still did not make sense. It has been 18 months since CF left to start a new job in another state. I was Absolutely. Miserable. for several months after he left. I was functioning and doing laundry and cooking and getting out once in a while, but most nights I would sit in front of the TV and cry a time or two. My friend in lab was surprised recently to learn how often I would fight the tears (sometimes losing, even during the day), as he never saw me crying. (Go me?)
The year of 2012 slowly shifted though. I hesitate to point out all the frustrating things and make it sound like I tried a lot harder than CF to make it work, but...
Over the course of the year I slowly got over the fact that he left me (but we were still together). I traveled to him in September, he traveled here in October, and then I think Christmas was the next time we saw each other. In hindsight, Christmas was his last chance to make some grand gesture to possibly put our relationship back on track...or at least try. He gifted puzzles. Lots of puzzles. And it was almost like the icing on the cake with my feelings about our relationship.
You see, CF loves putting together puzzles. He will stay up until all hours of the night to finish one, much like I have done to finish a good book. He and I had this discussion last year about how I was so frustrated that he was spending his time on puzzles when he should be finishing his dissertation (still not done to my knowledge) or getting things done to make time for our relationship. Then he frames completed puzzles for several Christmas gifts. Then another person left his company and he inherited farms. And he got super busy with work.
And we have not spoken since before Valentine's Day, but technically we have not broken up. What am I, 12 years old?!
It gets more ridiculous...
Actual "conversation" before I headed to my parents' for a weekend in March for a belated celebration of my Dad's 60th birthday about which I never blogged, but it was quite fun...(Background repeat: We hadn't spoken since before Valentine's Day.)
I did randomly call him after that, and he never called me back...but he has randomly texted me late at night since then, likely because he's hanging out with friends and drunk and not afraid to do so. Thanks, alcohol.
He figured out from my sister's posts on FB that my grandfather died...and sent me a FB message.
I called him that weekend...and he didn't return my call, but did text me more than 24 hours after I called to apologize that he'd missed my call! Yay?
Easter weekend, I tried to psych myself up to call him and get it over with. Easter = new beginnings, right? What did I do? Not call him. I proceded to repeat this on many evenings throughout the spring.
Then he sent me a FB message on my birthday. Not even a post on my wall or a card in the mail or a call or a text. His mom sent me a card though! And his sister sent me a message to see if I received it.
His friend and I play wordswithfriends, and she asked if he and I were still together. Keep in mind, he lives close to her and her BF and I assume they've seen each other at some point in the past three months.
So instead of calling, because I clearly am a 12 year old girl, I texted him asking if we were ever going to speak again and if we consider our relationship effectively over.
To which he responded 48 hours later: Yes and I don't know.
(He uses his one and only phone for work, so it is not like it would've taken him 48 hours to see my message.)
Okay. I get it. This is ridiculous. I FEEL ridiculous. I also recognize that I am not the only one in this situation. CF is in this situation and also chooses, for whatever his reasons are, not to call me. Part of my problem is that I am pretty happy right now, quite honestly. I have made a life, friends, and activities for myself here. I also have a sh*&-ton of things to do in the next 2 1/2 months before moving back to the East Coast (hurray!!!). Dealing with CF is still hanging over my head, but I don't think about it. I don't want to deal with it because it isn't happy. So sue me.