Like any LDR, visits have always been the highlight of our relationship. What does it mean when a visit doesn't go well? What is it a sign of?
A couple nights ago my SO was showing me his private Facebook messages... I'm not really sure why, I think he was partially going through old ones for the sake of nostalgia. Maybe he wanted to include me in his remembering. There was a message a month before we got together, he was telling his friend about how hot a co-worker was. They were linking each other pictures of her cleavage. "She's so hot ;_; I can't believe she said my name the other day. That beautiful face." He quickly scrolled down, and seemed relieved to land on something else about another "chick". "Oh look," he said, "I'm pretty sure this is about you."
Just a couple weeks before we got together, I was "some chick who won't stop asking him for Spanish help". Not the hot girl he was excited said his name. There was this lingering realization that he's never told me I look hot or beautiful. Yet here he was talking about some girl he barely knew this way. I keep reminding myself not to get retroactive jealousy, I was almost destroyed by it when I saw he was saving things from his ex-fling half a year ago.
It spurred a conversation about previous crushes. He showed me his... on Facebook. He is friends with all these girls who are much more beautiful than I am, even though he admitted to never even talking to some of them. I remember a while ago he deleted a bunch of people from Facebook because he never talked to them or wasn't really friends with them, yet he decided to keep these girls for some reason?
Of course I feel upset, but I've outwardly remained stoic about it. Laughing with him or covering up the jealous look on my face with a comment about how pretty the girls looked.
I reciprocated with stories about my past crushes. I haven't had nearly as many as him, and my struggles social anxiety usually only made for awkward but humorous stories. Somehow the conversation lead to drinking stories. His were funny. I've only been really drunk once and it was when we were first dating. I never told him two guys kissed me that night because 1. I didn't kiss them back and 2. I knew it would only make him upset. Well, since we were being so candid with each other last night, the detail just slipped out. He didn't have to hear much, though, because he immediately stopped me, "I don't want to hear about this."
For the first time, we didn't fall asleep hugging each other. He didn't cuddle me in the morning either, he left for work without kissing me good-bye. He was noticeably less affectionate with me the next day, and last night we fell asleep on opposite sides of the bed. Even when I tried to snuggle with him, he would say something about how it was too hot.
I tried to lighten the mood, "Hey, at the end of this semester we should start making plans for moving here. This time next year you and I will be able to sleep together whenever we want."
"That will be pretty cool I guess..." he said in a bored tone.
There was a horrible pit in my stomach when I watched him leave for work without saying "I love you" or giving me a kiss. Tonight I'm going back home. This is our last day together for another 4 months, and I feel more unsure of my relationship than when I'm away. I almost want to break it off myself just so he can get excited about making eye contact with attractive girls at work and parties, it's probably more fun than moping about being away from your girlfriend for months at a time.
A couple nights ago my SO was showing me his private Facebook messages... I'm not really sure why, I think he was partially going through old ones for the sake of nostalgia. Maybe he wanted to include me in his remembering. There was a message a month before we got together, he was telling his friend about how hot a co-worker was. They were linking each other pictures of her cleavage. "She's so hot ;_; I can't believe she said my name the other day. That beautiful face." He quickly scrolled down, and seemed relieved to land on something else about another "chick". "Oh look," he said, "I'm pretty sure this is about you."
Just a couple weeks before we got together, I was "some chick who won't stop asking him for Spanish help". Not the hot girl he was excited said his name. There was this lingering realization that he's never told me I look hot or beautiful. Yet here he was talking about some girl he barely knew this way. I keep reminding myself not to get retroactive jealousy, I was almost destroyed by it when I saw he was saving things from his ex-fling half a year ago.
It spurred a conversation about previous crushes. He showed me his... on Facebook. He is friends with all these girls who are much more beautiful than I am, even though he admitted to never even talking to some of them. I remember a while ago he deleted a bunch of people from Facebook because he never talked to them or wasn't really friends with them, yet he decided to keep these girls for some reason?
Of course I feel upset, but I've outwardly remained stoic about it. Laughing with him or covering up the jealous look on my face with a comment about how pretty the girls looked.
I reciprocated with stories about my past crushes. I haven't had nearly as many as him, and my struggles social anxiety usually only made for awkward but humorous stories. Somehow the conversation lead to drinking stories. His were funny. I've only been really drunk once and it was when we were first dating. I never told him two guys kissed me that night because 1. I didn't kiss them back and 2. I knew it would only make him upset. Well, since we were being so candid with each other last night, the detail just slipped out. He didn't have to hear much, though, because he immediately stopped me, "I don't want to hear about this."
For the first time, we didn't fall asleep hugging each other. He didn't cuddle me in the morning either, he left for work without kissing me good-bye. He was noticeably less affectionate with me the next day, and last night we fell asleep on opposite sides of the bed. Even when I tried to snuggle with him, he would say something about how it was too hot.
I tried to lighten the mood, "Hey, at the end of this semester we should start making plans for moving here. This time next year you and I will be able to sleep together whenever we want."
"That will be pretty cool I guess..." he said in a bored tone.
There was a horrible pit in my stomach when I watched him leave for work without saying "I love you" or giving me a kiss. Tonight I'm going back home. This is our last day together for another 4 months, and I feel more unsure of my relationship than when I'm away. I almost want to break it off myself just so he can get excited about making eye contact with attractive girls at work and parties, it's probably more fun than moping about being away from your girlfriend for months at a time.
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