Half sleeve on the go. =]
Soooo, about old boy and I..
Ok, let me start off as I do love him, but emotionless. I did mess up, and no, I didn't cheat. He did mess up, and no, he didn't cheat – at least, I hope not. It was just a matter of consequences, and a series of unfortunate events.
He and I were together for about a year and a half. We've been through a lot of stuff. I mean, I understand why he would have a problem with my past, but he couldn't move on. I can't force him to accept me. Also, even if he didn't intend to make me feel a certain type of way, we didn't really spend time with each other as much as we should've. I'm not saying it was his fault, but I felt like I was always begging to get some alone time. I did tell him what the problem was, but nothing changed.
I've had my errors, as well. I lied to him about going out with my friends. He didn't like it when I go out, but in the end, he did end up finding out anyway. I yell, a lot, when I get upset – I go on a full-blown bitch mode.
We handle things differently. I like to talk about our problems, and find ways to solve them. When he gets upset, he doesn't speak. I mean, I really don't know.
All in all, I'm just exhausted, and I bet he is too. There's more to it than that, but he doesn't like it when I talk about him on my blog.