Day 3 of no contact from SexyPants. This is serious and stupid. I'm not contacting him, no way. It's not that I'm playing a game - it's that he basically broke up with me via phone call on his Las Vegas business/drunkfest. He may or may not remember the exact words, but I'm sure he does.
It's so strange - we had the BEST welcome home weekend. I mean, THE BEST. He was so wonderful to me, indulging me. Anything I wanted was mine. Anything I wanted to do - done. He is truly the most giving person, and I love that so much about him. He treats/treated me like a princess.
Guess the bottom line is that yes, I am suspicious of a lot of his actions based on the past. So when I am gone on a business trip and/or he is gone on a business trip, we keep tabs on each other. Lately, he has been going out a lot more than he used to and getting a lot more annoyed at my questions of where he is and what he's doing. And it's not just business dinners out with customers - it's all-nighters with the "guys".
It sucks not to trust. Maybe I suck in that nothing has been going on and I'm terribly non-trusting and wracked with unfounded suspicion, but his defensiveness has been off the charts lately and that's what prompted him to say sayonara in our last phone call.
And I know that I'm still in a jetlagged fog, and he knew that I would be. But motherfucker. Really? You really can't even call me back in a sober state the next day??
Whatever happens, I'm keeping the ring.
Fuck.
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