This morning, on my way home from work I gathered my strength and called my sufferer to let him know I would not be contacting him anymore.
These last few weeks have been such a horrible roller coaster of emotions I couldn't handle the hills any longer. We were doing so good, talking via text and I even got to talk with him on the phone. Between these good communications he would break my heart, asking me to return his key and his stuff. I am trying to understand it all but the natural instinct that comes with rejection is taking over.
I met him this weekend for an hour of pleasure, he didn't talk to me for 2 days. Then when he finally answers me, he tells me that he felt no emotion and it really messed up his head and we couldn't do that anymore (fine with me). I stewed and hurt but whatever. I called him yesterday and tried to explain to him that the feelings of rejection were killing me. I told him I had the feelings of being lied to, being led on and drug on, he got defensive and nasty and told me we just needed to end this relationship all together.
So that being said, I called him and left him a message this morning. I told him that I couldn't handle the heart break anymore, I never said/did anything correctly so it was best I not say anything at all. I told him, long story short, the ball was in his court. I loved him and would love him and support him but I had to stop being the one making the effort. Told him I would be here for him when/if he needed me.
I adore this man but sometimes I wonder if I'm blaming the PTSD for the fact that maybe he just doesn't want to be with me. I know he loved me as much as I loved him but I think I put too much pressure on him. I jumped in with both feet in this relationship but he's my person and I knew that immediately.
My heart hurts! I can only hope he comes back to me.
These last few weeks have been such a horrible roller coaster of emotions I couldn't handle the hills any longer. We were doing so good, talking via text and I even got to talk with him on the phone. Between these good communications he would break my heart, asking me to return his key and his stuff. I am trying to understand it all but the natural instinct that comes with rejection is taking over.
I met him this weekend for an hour of pleasure, he didn't talk to me for 2 days. Then when he finally answers me, he tells me that he felt no emotion and it really messed up his head and we couldn't do that anymore (fine with me). I stewed and hurt but whatever. I called him yesterday and tried to explain to him that the feelings of rejection were killing me. I told him I had the feelings of being lied to, being led on and drug on, he got defensive and nasty and told me we just needed to end this relationship all together.
So that being said, I called him and left him a message this morning. I told him that I couldn't handle the heart break anymore, I never said/did anything correctly so it was best I not say anything at all. I told him, long story short, the ball was in his court. I loved him and would love him and support him but I had to stop being the one making the effort. Told him I would be here for him when/if he needed me.
I adore this man but sometimes I wonder if I'm blaming the PTSD for the fact that maybe he just doesn't want to be with me. I know he loved me as much as I loved him but I think I put too much pressure on him. I jumped in with both feet in this relationship but he's my person and I knew that immediately.
My heart hurts! I can only hope he comes back to me.