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| The Geographically Challenged Relationship |
We live 45 minutes apart. That is on a good day when there is little traffic. Our office and the center of town, as fate would have it is located in between our houses. My overtime has been cut. He is being forced to work overtime. He could come in early- but he doesn’t. He stays two hours late every evening.
The end result is we haven’t seen each other since Sunday when I had the pleasure of walking around the mall with him and his kid. He calls me. Every morning. Usually once around lunch time. He will call me as he is driving home. He calls again at night to tell me good night. The thing is, I am running out of things to say. I listen to him tell me every detail of his day. Every single call he went on. My day is not as interesting. I have nothing to complain about- nothing interesting every happens- so I run out of material quickly.
He tells me he misses me. I am not sure that is true. I am starting to wonder if maybe us being apart so much- is making each of us realize maybe we don’t have as much in common as we thought.
He called me yesterday evening disappointed that I had not hung around the center of town long enough for him to get off work. I felt bad- I promised I would stay in town today- so that maybe we could see one another after he got off work this evening.
He called me this morning wanting to make sure we would be able to see one another tonight. I promised.
I kept my promise. I stayed around town. I piddled for two solid hours waiting for the man to get off work. Once he was off work, his last call had been very difficult. He was dirty and wanted to shower. I offered to pick dinner up and bring it to his house. He seemed to think that this was just a terrible idea- he would be imposing on me so much. I can never tell with this man. If I suggest something that he wants he is thrilled to death- if I miss it is like I’ve insulted him.
Okay. Since he has started back to work he has been to my house once. All of our visits- I have been the one to give. I have been the one to drive all the way to his town and then drive the long 45 minute drive back home that night. Me. Driving it.
He was complaining this morning about the distance between us- wishing we lived closer together. I echoed his sentiment. He said maybe someday we will need to do something about that….someday- he said quietly.
So our Friday night “date” is being hijacked by his friends birthday party. He asked me about it again, if it would be something I would like to go to. I honestly can’t tell if he asked me to go to the party with him because he genuinely wanted me to go- or because he wanted to go- and felt obligated to include me on his Friday night plans.
I suppose the phone calls should be enough for me right? Never mind the fact that I have nothing to say. Never mind the fact that I haven’t had sex in so long I am not sure I remember how. He is a sweet man. I don’t feel like his girlfriend. I feel like his therapist- that he has sessions with- by phone.
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Posted by SimpleSugar on 2009-10-22 18:49:56 | Rating: | Views: 15
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