My boyfriend and I have been going through a bit of a rough patch lately. We have been arguing a lot and our sex life is virtually nil. However, we are in love so we wanted to try and make it work, as our relationship still has it’s good points.
Last night, I went out to the bar with my best friend and my boyfriend hung out at our place while we were gone. He bought a six pack and watched videos and stuff. Well, my friend and I got home at about 2 am, and he seemed fine, sitting on the sfoa watching tv. He spoke nicely and smiled at us and made the same old jokes as he always does. Nothing seemed wrong.
I was pretty drunk so I went and had a shower before going to bed. About ten minutes after I laid down, he came in and laid down next to me. However, even though he always sleeps in his boxers and a t shirt, he left all his clothes on, and curled up so far away from me on the edge of the bed he was in danger of falling off. He also wouldn’t cuddle under the blanket. I rolled over and spooned him, and he shrugged me off. I just assumed then he was angry that I was drunk, so I rolled over and went to sleep, figuring it would be better to talk about it when I was sober the next morning.
Well, the next morning was even worse. When I awoke, he was awake, still curled up over the edge of the bed. I took his arm and said, “Hey, come over here for a cuddle,” and he shrugged me off again. I asked him what was wrong and he said nothing, but then he looked at me. I was stunned by that look in his eyes. It was so cold. He growled angrily that nothing was wrong and that he just didn’'t feel like cuddling. I left it alone.
Well, he hung out all morning at our place and didn’t say boo to me until he left. He just came to the doorway and said “bye.” I wanted to plead with him to tell me what was wrong, but I decided to just leave it, figuring he’d tell me when he was ready. That was hours ago, and he hasn’t called me or emailed me, even to tell me he wants it over, which is what I suspect.
Well now, I’m nursing a huge hangover and a broken heart. I hate being kept in the dark and I just want to know what I did wrong. I don’t want to call him because I want to give him his space, but I want him to know that I love him and I want to know what I did wrong. I hate seeing him hurt or upset.
What do I do?