I have a vent. Last weekend, W and I had a very positive phone conversation. He's been dealing with some very legit stress (on top of the PTSD) and we were able to talk about it very openly. He then asked me if there was anything on my mind that I wanted to share (since his big PTSD 'break' in January, he has only asked me once how I was doing, and then this question - the lack of concern normally might not have bothered me but I have a metric shit ton of stress in my own life and I am dealing with it all very alone) - and I was able to discuss my concerns about our long-distance relationship, and he was very reassuring. Even going so far as to say there are things he wants to discuss in person - to include his living arrangements next year. So I was feeling very assured FOR ONCE in 6 months. Now, silence. A f*cking week of silence. Not altogether too unusual but it just sucks and makes me wonder if I am holding on to an apparition.
Very few of my friends know the complete story about W, and I am generally quite reserved with sharing information but when they do ask, I see the look in their eye. And sometimes they even voice their concerns. Basically, "girl, he's just not that into you." Which normally is what I'd say too, but he wasn't like this AT ALL until the big stressor in January that pushed him over the edge (in no way related to me).
Again, just a vent.
