Calls II

This is the second part of my story, which I took off but I’ve just reposted again. So following my message, a couple of missed calls and one liner emails, I decided to answer his call at the end of week. He said he’s very sorry and all, that work was simply overwhelming and he should try harder. In a nutshell of course then I forgave him and decide that I should just forget about everything that had happen and cut him some slack. The following week things are better though not really up to what I needed it to be. There were more calls and more emails, and he came home for weekend. The weekend was blissful and I thought that it was all worthed. We had a long talk and decide that we will make it work, that he’ll try harder to give me more attention and all. And I think of myself that I’ll be more patient and just let it flow. Come Monday, well let me just tell you I spend most of my Monday night and Tuesday night fuming and hating myself. And so even though I faltered the first time round I decide that as much as I want to be selfless, kind and understanding to him, at this stage my happiness comes first. Who’s going to love me and take care of my happiness if not myself. So for once and for all I broke off with him this morning. A part of me worried whether I make the right decision, because I do like him a lot and I do enjoy spending time with him very much, but the other part of me kept telling me that those enjoyments comes with too expensive price tag. And I still believe I deserve better than sorries that keep repeating themselves.