I noticed today that he's doing the same thing again...twisting my words. Just so that you all know I'm not a slut, I never told him he was the third guy I'd gone out with that year. He was the third guy IN A year. From March to March, rather than January to March. 12 months, three guys (not all of whom became my boyfriend, by the way)...that's really not that many, in my humble opinion.
I don't remember which day the entry was posted, but he said something about me taking money from him for a Christmas present I gave him. Here's what really happened:
For Christmas I ordered him a custom mug with a picture of us. I also bought him a hat in a local store. With the cost of the gifts, and shipping on the mug, it came out to around $30. On Christmas morning, I was stunned when I opened my gift from him: a Sony PSP. I'd been saving my money for a PSP for awhile, and he knew I wanted one. And all of a sudden, there it was.
It was nice of him to get it for me. It really was. The thing of the matter is, I didn't feel comfortable taking such an expensive gift from him when I'd only spent about $30. I called him later that day and told him so. I told him I was going to be returning it (I said it nicely, by the way...I did not once raise my voice to him). It upset him that I wanted to return it, as it was the first Christmas gift he's ever given anybody. So, we came to an agreement. I was going to send him money for it, but not the full amount of the PSP - about 30 dollars short. That way, we would have spent around $30 on each other. When he came here earlier this month, I gave him a check. He says in his blog he cashed it. I hope that's what my bank statement says when it comes later this month.
About the thing he says about me taking money for the gift I gave him...I have absolutely no idea what he's talking about. And quite honestly, I don't feel like asking.
Apparently, something just isn't getting through. In a recent entry he says: "Yeah, I knew she didn't want me to call her all the time, but I just wanted to tell her I was there for her," or something of the sort. Bull. While he did say that to me fairly often (or often enough that it got really annoying), that wasn't what we talked about when he called EVERY SINGLE SUNDAY. Usually he had something else he wanted to talk about.
This is for him:
You've asked me several times to forgive you. Of course I forgive you. It doesn't seem like it, I'm sure, but I wish you the best. I seriously hope you think about what we talked about several times. I think it would be beneficial.
At the same time, my life is much less stressful without you. I'm sorry to have to tell anybody that, but it's true. You said in your blog that you don't think I'll call you in May. I really was planning to call you then, but now, I don't think I will. There is too much of a rift between us, and things will never be the way they were. And unless you take advantage of what I suggested, nothing will ever change.
I know I've done things that hurt you, and I truly am sorry. These last two blog entries have probably been painful. If you're wondering why I posted them at all, it was because I wanted people to know the truth about what you were posting. I called you on your game and now you're mad about it. I guess I was supposed to sit back and take it, huh? Come on, you know I don't do that.
No more apologies. No more "You're the only one I'll ever love." No more guilt trips. No more disrespecting wishes I have made clear several times. I've had it, it's over, I'm done.
Have a nice life.
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