Fights, Friends and Breakups
I knew, this would happen. I knew the boy who came up to me in the hall freshman year, to ask my name, would be the future boy I would marry. Do I love him? More than anything in the world, but there is a fine line between love and hate.it feels like the line is becoming very unclear.
We were friends for years, I always knew however, that he saw it as more. I made him work for it, and work he did. Finally by Junior Prom, I gave in "womaned up" and told him how I felt... even though, I knew it would change everything. And it did, we've been together ever since.
High school was easy, college wasn't too bad; it wasn't until we delved into the real world, of taxes and utilities that things got rough.
Coming from the same high school, we have many mutual friends. my best friend, has basically been his wing woman for years when it comes to me. Always telling him what to say, and when... but this time, things just didn't work out.
She's my confidant, I tell her everything. This includes, the few grievances I happen to have with my man. Usually, nothing goes awry when I put my faith in her, and ask her for advice, this time it did. I happen to be in a rough patch at the moment, no biggy, everyone goes through it; it becomes a problem however, when your best friend gets involved and tells your boyfriend to be a better man.
My beau, is a man's man. His ego, tends to crowd a room, so when he is told he is not being a man, or a good man to his woman, he gets upset. Especially when someone else is the one to tell him so. Of course when he confronted me, I told the truth. I explained to him the problems we were having, and that I only spoke to my best friend about it for advice, not to humiliate him, or for her to confront him. He did not care, instead he stormed off, now what am I supposed to do?
I chose to simply let him cool off, I went to sleep the next day and I woke up in his arms. Everything was back to normal, or so I though... until he made the most ridiculous request he's ever made. He asked me to stop speaking with my best friend. As much as I love him, I love her like a sister, I could never shut her out, especially over something so trivial.
So being him, he stormed off yet again. He went to work. Came home, grabbed a plate, plated the dinner I prepared and then stalked off to his office. Who eats dinner in their office? Nobody! he came up to bed later, kissed me goodnight and turned to his side. There was no, "how was your day?" or I missed you," not that I mind exactly, but still... The silent treatment, really? What are we five? That's exactly what I asked him, he simply didn't respond. The question is, am I truly to blame?
Yes, I screwed up. Perhaps I shouldn't have gone to a friend for advice, perhaps I should've asked anonymously on here, but I didn't. I said I was sorry, and I admitted I had gone to her for advice, what else could I possibly do, to get him to stop acting like a fussy five year old? after all, he is a grown man.