I’m completely disgusted. On Friday morning, my boyfriend, Brad, went away for the weekend to go to his sister’s college graduation. While he was there, he spent a good portion of his time in a sorority house. I didn’t complain once. I didn’t bitch once. I didn’t even harass him to stay in constant contact with me. I was – against my better judgment – a cool girlfriend.
I got upset exactly one time during his stay because I had to ask him to call me and then he rushed me off the phone. He called me back so I felt a little better, but then he rushed me off the phone again. Really, dude??
When I heard that Brad was coming home earlier than expected that Sunday, I was thrilled that I’d get to see him. He was going to the Ranger game that Monday, and I had dinner plans that Tuesday. I excitedly called him in the morning. First, I was rushed off the phone (he was driving so I let it go), and then I thought he was dead on the side of the road when he turned his phone off for two hours to save battery and didn’t think it would be nice to let me know. When I finally got through to him, I was once again rushed off the phone, with a promise that he’d call when he got home.
By this point, I had showered, shaved my legs (I know), had gotten dressed, and was now impatiently waiting. I was watching TV when he called me, and when I called him back he didn’t pick up (shocking, I know). When we finally spoke on the phone, he showed zero desire to see me.
“What are you doing today?” I asked, praying he’d ask me to come over. And, yes, you read that right. I wasn’t even being insensitive and asking him to drive to me after driving 6 hours that day. I just wanted an invitation to see him.
“I’m tired. I’m just gonna do some laundry and relax,” Brad replied, completely monotone. “You?”
“Nothingggg. I’m soooo boreddddd,” I said in the most obvious way I possibly could.
“Sounds like fun,” he said.
“Definitely not,” I replied.
“Okay, well let me go. I’m gonna try and get some stuff done,” he said.
My jaw dropped. I shaved my legs and he didn’t ask me to hang out.
I sent Brad a text message telling him that I hated him, and received three question marks as a reply. No phone call. He couldn’t even muster up words to type.
“I wanted you to ask me to come over you dumbass,” I replied.
I received no answer for an about an hour and a half, in which time I cried.
He then proceeded to call me cute names and call me a couple times and wonder why I was angry.
I texted him some evasive messages and then when I finally called him back told him that I really couldn’t believe he didn’t want to see me.
“I’m fun!” I yelled at him, completely hitting rock bottom.
Brad didn’t care that I was upset, didn’t apologize, and used his usual “tired and cranky” excuse. I am completely devastated and cannot understand why this boy refuses to come around.