Falling Out of Love.

If you read my ‘Nuff Said Thursday post, you got a bombshell. And if you read about the BF’s sudden disappearance to the Sunshine State, you have some of the background of why I’m ending the relationship.

This past Friday, there was a phone message from him asking for money, as his length of time in Florida apparently precluded his getting paid (funny how that works, huh?). He left a message, asking for the favor of depositing money, with his account number, and promised a call later that evening (Friday). I went ahead and did the favor-- it wasn't a lot of money, and we've certainly loaned each other cash before-- no biggie. But that night, no call came.

So I called him Saturday morning, and questioned the fact that he hadn’t called as promised on Friday night. His response? “Yeah, well… whatever.” This is the way he thanks me for lending him money? Not a lot, mind you, but it’s the principle. I was on my way to work when I called, so I couldn't really talk, and that "whatever" comment really pissed me off, but he promised to call Saturday night and catch me up on everything (bearing in mind, he’s still in Florida and it’s been two weeks now, and he’s supposed to be coming home Sunday night). No call came on Saturday.

Sunday I was busy all day with errands and projects, but I did receive two voice mails from him. The first stated that he was, in fact, coming home that night as scheduled, despite the fact that yet another one of his aunts died. The second voice mail said he would be arriving the evening, and his mother-- his mother!!!-- was coming with him, and that he’d call later that evening. Needless to say, no call came.

In fact, no call came until Monday late—about 12:30 a.m. (actually Tuesday). The message was simple, “I just got up… call me.”

Was he home? Did his mother come with him? Where was she staying? How long would she be here? Why in anyone’s right mind would they come up from Florida to Chicago in the midst of the worst winter we’ve had in years? Why was it up to me to call him? And why was I being put at the bottom of his priority list? These questions still remain unanswered, as he has not left any messages. He calls, but doesn’t leave messages. I called his cell phone Thursday morning, and it rang and rang, finally going to voice mail. I chose not to leave a message.

He probably still has no idea it’s over. Or, he suspects it’s over and is trying to avoid having to hear it.

In my next post: “What have you learned, Dorothy?” and “Fine-tuning my preferences.”