I was the opposite. Going dark made both of us miserable. The time passed so slowly those three weeks that we barely talked, I just wanted to die. Meanwhile, he was getting madder and madder and more and more hurt, I think too, from what I understand from his Mom.
I can be myself and do what I want without having to ignore him. It doesn't mean we are great friends right now, but we can get along well enough to eat lunch together or just sit for a little while. For now. I know that if I want to do something, I just do it and don't wait for him like it seemed I did for so long.
Giving up finally did this for me, not going dark. I am totally not judging or recommending anything different than what you are doing. Just saying we were absolutely miserable when I was semi-dark.
Melissa
"Standing knee deep in a river and dying of thirst."
