he called me three times today, unfortunately, i answered on the third. after a few minutes of him attempting to make small talk, i tried to state a concern. I said 'i just don't feel like you're genuinely interested in fixing things'. He responded 'I need a vacation'. I said 'I just thought I would say how I felt and see if you had anything to say'. Him: 'I'm tired'. 'I'm sorry you're tired'. 'No you're not, you never cared'. 'I'm not going to let you do this to me. I do care'. 'No you don't'. 'Stop putting your stuff onto me, youre the one who doesn't care, you're projecting onto me'. 'I'll talk to you later'. 'Well, maybe you won't'. Click. The result? A saturday night of my friends wanting to strangle me. Telling me over and over again that it's not my fault, that I didn't do anything wrong, that I do care, that I'm not a piece of dog sh*t. I feel aweful. I feel like I said something wrong, like I should have just been thrilled thathe called even though I saw that he was applying for jobs in another city, posting personal adds, all this week. It's amost like I am addicted to being treated bad. To feeling bad. I'm so confused right now.
