And upset and hurt and irritated and frustrated and is focusing all of this anger, upset, hurt, irritation, frustration on his absentee boyfriend.
I understand that some people don't react well in crisis situations. They don't know what to say. They don't know what to do. But, even I, who I consider to be one of those people who doesn't always know what to say/do, even I know that asking "what do you want me to do?" or "what do you need?" is a million times better than doing nothing or trying to turn it into a big joke.
Save the jokes for next month, when I'm feeling a little more secure.
I mean, it took several phone calls just to get Y to understand that at one point I thought I might be killed. I almost blacked out. I was (and sometimes still am) frightened.
And, on Saturday, he calls, we talk for a bit. Then, he says that he needs to fill out a form or something and he'll call me back. This was around 11AM.
No call. About 12 hours later, I get an IM. An IM that was not at all apologetic for not returning a call. An IM that was flippant and insensitive. So I wrote back, "I'm going to bed." and signed off.
He called. I didn't answer. He sent a text: "Why the bad mood?"
Sunday morning around 10AM, I was just telling a few neighbors how upset I was over this, and he calls. "What was up with the bad mood last night?"
"I was upset with you for not calling me back when you said you would."
We talked. He said he would try to come home early and that he would call me later to tell me what time. "Maybe we could catch a movie," he said.
At midnight, I got a text message. "How r u doing. I'll b back tomorrow."
Y'know, I hate it when I'm being all selfish and demanding, but, in this case, I think I deserve a little attention. I deserve to have someone focused entirely on my needs. And I didn't get that. He didn't even offer to come home early. Not even on Friday, when I was crying so hard he couldn't even understand what I was saying.
And, yesterday, I got the distinct impression that the only reason he wanted to leave early now was because the friend he was staying with was working all weekend. Y wanted to come home early because he was bored. Not because he thought I might need him to help fall asleep at night. Not because sometimes it's a little scary to go outside alone. Nope, even after I've been viciously attacked, it's still the Y Show.
Unless, of course, I am completely misreading the whole situation ... I will allow for a thoughtful explanation on his part, but right now I think I have had enough.