Being Apart Was Driving Us Crazy!
Those few weeks without Jim were the hardest. Waiting for him to call or come back into my arms was sheer agony. Whenever I plucked up the courage to call him, the words just didn’t come out right. I don’t know which of us was more relieved the conversation was ending.
Sometimes I’d just text him. And text him. And text him. Later I found out this was called text message terrorism. Sometimes he’d reply, but more often than not, he’d ignore me. Then I’d stare at the phone, waiting…
Once, I even snuck to his place of work at lunch time, just to catch a glimpse of him. I did. He was with her…
I couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep, I looked a mess, I was falling apart. I was bursting into tears all the time. My boss was furious with me. I would just about hold it together till a love song came on the radio, then I’d burst into tears again.
When we finally got back together again, we did talk about how we felt during our time apart. He admitted that he was going through extreme guilt too. And yeah, I did drive him crazy with the non-stop harassment. He understands though, and forgives me. Fortunately the strategies did work, and now we are together again.
