I would've put this solely in my blog, but I figured what the hey people make threads about their visits all the time.
First off, I want to thank those that offered me support and their numbers and even homes should I need it. I'm sorry I went dead silent but things got, well, dramatic.
Last Tuesday around 3 am I got up to make my 6:40 am flight to start on my way to Orlando. I already knew my SO was unable to come get me as he had to work, but he told me he had the rest of the week off. Nervously (and I mean so-nervous-I-barfed) I set out and made it to the hotel in one piece. Itty bitty room, but at least there was cable and running water. Around 6 pm I get a call asking where I am. "I'm in the hotel." "Funny, so am I." And then came the fated knock on the door.
I didn't feel nervous despite this being our first visit, but after he settled in the room he pointed out I was shaking as though I were cold from head to toe. Long story short we spent the night not really paying attention to the TV. The next two days were much the same, we didn't leave the hotel room, instead opting on watching whatever we could find and being the mad people we are. (ok ok so we made out a lot, I still have stubble burn on my nose) Thursday evening he tells me he has a doctor appointment in the morning, check up apparently, and I thought nothing of it until the next morning he begins packing all his things. I'm then told he has to work Saturday and could MAYBE get off Sunday to come back, work Monday (I already knew he had to), be off Tuesday, then work the day I left.
It shattered me and I spent the last hour we had sobbing, begging him not to leave me but he had to. Out of hysteria, Friday night I called his phone 30+ times over the span of 3 hours, hoping to see how the doctor's visit went (he got sick Thursday night with chest pain) but apparently he'd been given a drug to knock him out. Saturday morning I call again and he answered, grumbling because I called "a million times". I asked if he was coming back and he said he couldn't, he had stretched his vacation time too thin and if he took one more day that was his happy ass. Mind you, I'm 600+ miles from home at this point, absolutely alone, stuck in a hotel. I yelled and cried more and we hung up on bitter terms. I ended up taking a cab to Epcot for all of Saturday and Sunday and decided that night I'd change my flight and go home early. No use in me staying, right?
Again I begged him to see me once more before I left, but he didn't have money for a cab, couldn't bum a ride, and refused to let me pay his cab fare. This morning we talked once more and he apologized for being unable to see me off. As bitter as I'd stayed since Friday, that conversation dissipated my anger and hurt. I was denied a decent visit, outside forces nearly tugged us apart, and there was no proper parting. I don't think there was a better time for us to do this and all I can do is hold fast to the 2 1/2 days I did get and hope that soon we're able to make up for lost time. This was definitely a bittersweet trip, but I don't regret it.
First off, I want to thank those that offered me support and their numbers and even homes should I need it. I'm sorry I went dead silent but things got, well, dramatic.
Last Tuesday around 3 am I got up to make my 6:40 am flight to start on my way to Orlando. I already knew my SO was unable to come get me as he had to work, but he told me he had the rest of the week off. Nervously (and I mean so-nervous-I-barfed) I set out and made it to the hotel in one piece. Itty bitty room, but at least there was cable and running water. Around 6 pm I get a call asking where I am. "I'm in the hotel." "Funny, so am I." And then came the fated knock on the door.
I didn't feel nervous despite this being our first visit, but after he settled in the room he pointed out I was shaking as though I were cold from head to toe. Long story short we spent the night not really paying attention to the TV. The next two days were much the same, we didn't leave the hotel room, instead opting on watching whatever we could find and being the mad people we are. (ok ok so we made out a lot, I still have stubble burn on my nose) Thursday evening he tells me he has a doctor appointment in the morning, check up apparently, and I thought nothing of it until the next morning he begins packing all his things. I'm then told he has to work Saturday and could MAYBE get off Sunday to come back, work Monday (I already knew he had to), be off Tuesday, then work the day I left.
It shattered me and I spent the last hour we had sobbing, begging him not to leave me but he had to. Out of hysteria, Friday night I called his phone 30+ times over the span of 3 hours, hoping to see how the doctor's visit went (he got sick Thursday night with chest pain) but apparently he'd been given a drug to knock him out. Saturday morning I call again and he answered, grumbling because I called "a million times". I asked if he was coming back and he said he couldn't, he had stretched his vacation time too thin and if he took one more day that was his happy ass. Mind you, I'm 600+ miles from home at this point, absolutely alone, stuck in a hotel. I yelled and cried more and we hung up on bitter terms. I ended up taking a cab to Epcot for all of Saturday and Sunday and decided that night I'd change my flight and go home early. No use in me staying, right?
Again I begged him to see me once more before I left, but he didn't have money for a cab, couldn't bum a ride, and refused to let me pay his cab fare. This morning we talked once more and he apologized for being unable to see me off. As bitter as I'd stayed since Friday, that conversation dissipated my anger and hurt. I was denied a decent visit, outside forces nearly tugged us apart, and there was no proper parting. I don't think there was a better time for us to do this and all I can do is hold fast to the 2 1/2 days I did get and hope that soon we're able to make up for lost time. This was definitely a bittersweet trip, but I don't regret it.
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The Day we went long distance: 08.08.2010
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