So I’ve been dating this girl for a couple of months. Things were going great, if maybe a little too fast, and hot n’ heavy for me. We ended up hanging out five or six nights a week, having long, lazy Sunday mornings reading the paper, etc. I met her family and I get along great with her parents and siblings. The sex was awesome. She told me she loved me (unprompted - I didn’t say it for another a couple of weeks.) My friends like her, and she likes them. She doesn’t appear to be insane (not that I’m very good at picking them out). Things seemed to be headed in a really positive direction.
Until the last week or so. I noticed that she was becoming more distant. We didn’t hang out much last week, and finally had a talk on Saturday.
She told me that she feels like she hasn’t had enough time to herself lately. I completely understand - I was starting to feel it myself.
I asked her if she wanted to continue the relationship at all. She said she didn’t know - she’d like to try hanging out less, but she isn’t sure how to re-establish the pattern that we’d set early in the relationship, and wonders if it wouldn’t be easier to call the whole thing off.
I asked if she wanted a few days to think about things. She said yes.
So for the last couple of days, I’ve been a mess, trying to figure things out. I don’t deal well with gnawing doubt.
I kind of wish that she’d just ended it a couple of days ago. It doesn’t help that she’s been periodically checking in on me - stuff like sending me gently teasing or flirty texts that I’d otherwise find charming.
I’ve checked with a few of my friends who know her, and gotten contradictory advice, though the ones who know me (and my baggage) the best are all telling me to run. The ones who know her better are making excuses about how she has a lot of stuff going on and I should just give her some time.
I’ve decided to go with my gut and bolt. Partially to keep my pride intact (You can’t dump me! I’m dumping YOU!) and partially because the uncertainty is making me crazy. I’m going to call her after work and set up a talk. If she won’t meet, then I’ll have to do the bastard thing and dump her over the phone. I really hate to do it that way, if only because I need to get my keys back.
Still, knowing what I’ve gotta do isn’t making it any easier. Ugh.