Just had a 9-million hour convo with exBF - I'm so sick of everything! I need sleep! And a break! OMG. I need to lay on a blanket in a park for a week alone.
Wow. That guy. We are perfect projections of each other. To a T.
He's contacting a child psychologist now - for D - about her sleep - his idea.
I give up.
He just wants everything solved - no problems - so he can go have his space. Ah - so do I! Except I acknowledge that our D is not doing well with this - Ah! So did he (at the beginning of the convo - he kept saying "we didn't expect D to be this sensitive blah blah" and I said "Can you talk about you?" And he said "I didn't think D would be so perceptive.")
And then he said just got blunt and IDK - it's back to the rose-colored glasses; I believed for a long time he was so sweet and took care and cared, and now he is who I think he has been all along but was just trying to please me -
