It never fails, just when I think all is well in my life it always seems that the one thing that never seems to work out well is the man I choose to date.
I moved back to my hometown in April 2010 and bought a cute little house on a cute little street. Karen had been diagnosed with breast cancer earlier in the year and had been starting her chemotherapy and radiation treatments. I wanted to be closer to her and closer to my niece and sister.
I was settling into my new house and my virtual assistant company I had started the previous year was doing well. I couldn't have asked for anything more except maybe a friend or companion to share my life with. I started reconnecting with some old girlfriends and then I ran into Michael at the grocery store. The Summer went well, we went to the lake a lot, then school started and his sons had sports to attend and the time spent with him was enjoyable. Quickly though the pressure started to come. I had already been questioning his intentions with me but when he started to make me feel guilty for wanting to spend time with other friends or family the red flags were flying all over the place. It wasn't ever anything he said or did, but when he would say "I understand" and "I'm busy too" he would then send me text messages asking when he was going to see me next, with an undertone that he didn't like other things occupying my time.
When I would make time to spend with him it was always the same thing once the Summer activities ended. He wanted me to come to his house and sit around and watch television. The only time the routine was changed was if it was something I suggested. I would tell him that I wanted more of an effort from him to be courted but still he did nothing to change things. Even if I invited him to go to an event or place with me he would decline by saying maybe someday. I informed him that someday never comes but he still just wanted to participate in his own routine. I felt as if he was just looking for someone who would fall into this routine as well and that was definitely not me. His desire to have me fall into his life instead of building one with me quickly became a turn off.
I continued to engage in my life, spend time with my friends and family and participate in the activities I enjoyed. He would text me saying "when am I going to see you", "I miss you", "I love you" and while that was nice to hear from someone words quickly lose their meaning when they are not followed up by actions. After awhile his texts began to carry a tone of desperation which was even more of a turn off; after all we had only been seeing each other for 3 months at that point. This began to make me feel like he wasn't in love with me but rather in love with the idea of being in love and that honestly any person who would have been willing to fall into his routine would have sufficed.
I do care for him. He is one of my oldest friends, I have known him since I was 11. I am not the kind of person that can give up my own life or dreams and just fall into someone else's life. I can't settle and while I do care for him I am afraid if I do not end things with him soon, I will be doing just that.
It's been a struggle right now because I don't want to make the wrong decision but while I a trying to make a choice he continues with the neediness after I have explained these things to him and that just pushes me further away.
On top of all of that the ex situations is not good. She allows things with the boys I don't agree with and Michael is in denial about and I don't want to deal with that type of person. There are just too many things to think about.