Well, after my hoo-ha with Steve on Friday, it just got worse. We bit the bullet and went to dinner with friends in the evening. WE then drove to a nightclub afterwards, and I told him to please slow down because he was driving very fast around the corners. He yelled at me and told me to get out. I did. And walked, in the dark, 5 km to the nightclub - becuase that's where my mates were - to find him there drinking oh so happily with everyone. It's fine if I'm raped/mugged, etc etc.
So I was now PISSED OFF. The next day I consoled myself, whilst nursing a terrible hangover, by buying "He's Just Not That Into You." This might've been a mistake, because it turns out he's just not. We've been together for a looong time. And it seems as though, although we started out loving each other, we just don't anymore.
Apparently, according to Greg and Liz, this is my case:
1) He's just not that into me because he talks to me badly. Never compliments me. Yells at me alot.
2) He's just not that into me because we never go on dates anymore.
3) Not that I care, or want to at this point, but we not married yet. THis one I found ridiculous though.
So. Apparently I deserve love and respect. And I'm not getting it. I gave Steve plenty of chance to apologise for his idiotic behaviour this weekend, but somehow this is my fault.
I guess this means I'm a single woman again. I haven't been single in 5 1/2 years. This is seriously duanting, and I'm so scared of being alone. I'm not telling anyone until we have sorted out our living arrangements. And I don't feel like more drama of people knowing. I love his family and it's going to be hard. Is there any chance of him realising what he has lost? Maybe. I don't know. I get the feeling I'm easily replaceable.
Please don't pity me everyone, I can't stand that during a break up. In fact you needn't even comment. I'm feeling pretty darn low and hope that somehow this nightmare will end.