So my day? Nothing interesting really. Not a lot really happens when you can't leave the house much.
I had a really bad time of trying to get to sleep and ended up only falling asleep at about 4 again. This meant I was in and out of sleepiness all day so didn't really achieve much work which is never good.
I emailed my ex about an hour before he left work to say Happy Birthday. Nothing more, if he wanted to reply it was up to him. I was kinda surprised to get an a reply back quite close to the time he returns home, saying he thought I'd forgotten. He knows I have a stupid thing for remembering dates. He also knows I'm not likely to forget any of my best mates birthday's. It just so happens that one of my best mates shares his birthday, which he definitely knows. As we had shared the odd email the last few days I thought it might seem petty if I wasn't to send him something to wish him a happy birthday - even if it was just two simple words.
I was going to leave it. I didn't really see much to reply to. I thought he hadn't really thrown me much rope here, maybe he doesn't even want me to reply. I don't know. I don't know how or what he thinks anymore. A few hours later, after watching a bit of TV, eating a bit of dinner and chatting to a few mates, I drafted up a response - unsure whether I would actually send it. I tried to make it into a sort of joke - that he had actually been thinking about me and to be honest I was quite surprised to have a response within the next few minutes telling me that he does think about me and 'probably more than anything else' as well. I don't know how to take this. I feel confused. Why is he doing this to me? I wanted things to work out. Surely I gave him enough chances? I couldn't be walked all over. I refused to be used.
I wasn't really sure how to take it, I don't know in what way he's thinking about me. He's hurt me badly and not just the once. Yet I still want to be involved with him. I feel right with him. Yet I know that he didn't always do my self esteem much good, even when I really needed a boost of confidence. Every girl needs someone who tells them they look beautiful, their hair looks amazing, their outfit is brilliant or that she makes you proud to be her boyfriend every so often, doesn't she? Even if only occasionally. Even when we went to these big dinner/dances and I would properly get ready (you know - spend more time than usual on hair and nails etc and I'm not one of these girls that spends hours getting ready each morning) he would never tell me if I looked good or bad. Leaving it instead to other people to come up and tell me. Yet he would want me to tell him how good he looked. My confidence took a huge dent from this - I never felt like I was good enough. So many people, him included, have told me I could do so much better. I never really believed this but maybe in a sense they're all right - I should be going out with someone who cares about me, someone who doesn't mind expressing their feelings for me.
I don't want to be going out with someone who tells me I'm too old to wear brightly coloured clothes. Or makes digs at me if I want to eat a bit of chocolate or a few crisps. I'm not fat. Fair enough there will be people skinnier than me but I'm perfectly happy with my weight and more importantly, my appearance. I'm not going to give up food because the person I'm seeing is worried that I may put on a few lbs. I'd understand if he was worried because I was binge eating junk food but I rarely crave for it and when I do it's not for immense amounts.
I want someone that realises when I'm feeling down, those times when you do need a slight confidence boost, and who compliments me. To raise my self esteem whilst I'm down. Not every day, just when you're going through a hard time. My ex told me that if he started complimenting me, I'd come to expect it. He didn't seem to understand that if he didn't I didn't realise that he cared, I didn't know what he was thinking.
I had a male friend once, me and another of my mates were meeting up with him. She rang me not long before we were supposed to be meeting and was worried because she had attempted to cut her fringe and it had gone wrong. I managed to calm her down and convince her that she would be fine and no-one would notice but I would come over and try and sort it out. When I got to hers it wasn't as bad as she thought anyway but I trimmed it to make it a bit tidier and she was a bit happier but it was still bugging her. I had managed to ring this male friend of mine to explain we might be late and had told him why and as I hadn't seen her hair at this point and was imagining the worst asked him not to point it out. Anyway, we met him a few hours later and although he had never met my friend before, one of the first things he said to her was 'I like your hair, have you just had it cut or something, it suits you'. The fact that he was such a good mate of mine to want to make another mate that he hadn't meet before happy was really appreciated and there's not many blokes I know who would do that (although I may just be hanging out with the wrong ones!) That's all I want though someone who cares enough for me that I can see the effort they go to to make me happy, someone who can cheer me up when I'm down, or is that too much to ask?
I don't want to go through everything that annoys me. Otherwise it'll even have me wondering why we went out for so long. Plus I'm sure he's got his faults about me. I had some amazing times with my ex and I would love for there to be more but I think it may be time to move on. I think it will be hard but I do want to stay mates, at least I think I do. I've come to accept that he doesn't think it's going to work anymore and even though he does contact me a fair amount and send me mixed signals, which admittedly does confuse me, I don't think it's fair for either of us to play games and I've done all I can. I said that if he was prepared to give things a proper go I was too. If he can't make his mind up I'm not going to beg him. I can't force him to change his mind. He just needs to stop telling me that he misses me and constantly thinks about me - giving me a false sense of hope. Maybe it's for the best for both of us if we do stop talking and seeing each other. But for good this time. Then maybe I won't be left hoping and he'll gradually stop thinking about me. I just don't know.
This other bloke, who I thought was just being a mate helping me through a bad time has been constantly emailing and texting me. I was in hospital when it all began and was grateful that someone was sending me messages and because he had just split with his ex and was talking to me about that and I was upset about the split with mine I didn't read anymore into it. I feel like maybe he does want more though. I thought he was just very friendly at first but now I'm not so sure. He knows I'm not over my ex. I don't understand. He seems quite keen for me to not talk to my ex, even though he likes the fact that he's mates with the majority of his, and he's sending more messages than is really necessary.
He just text me to tell me he's going to bed and although he's sent me a few texts about 2 hours earlier in the evening, in which he said he was at home, he chose now to tell me he saw his ex with another bloke tonight and that he doesn't know what to think or to say. It might seem a bit harsh but I know he hasn't been out since we text earlier and I don't understand why he didn't tell me this earlier. Unless maybe he did just pop out for 5 minutes or so and on seeing these two he came back home. I don't know. The only reason I can see for him to tell me now is for me to stop what I'm doing and ring him but I'm really not in the mood for talking to anyone at the moment. I will if he is really upset but right now my pelvis is playing up so bad my parents want me to go back to hospital but I really don't want to unless I have to. At least at home I can watch TV and use the internet whilst in pain. In hospital it's not so fun. I've also been left confused with my whole ex situation and I'm stressing about the amount of work I have left to do and whether I've mucked up my final year - potentially wasting my three years at university. Plus I'm not sleeping great and wasting lots of time by just being in and out of a dazed sleep during the day instead of working. It's really getting me down. I never realised how much you take the simple things for granted, like your independence and just being able to walk. You do things so naturally and don't even realise. I will appreciate things a lot more once I am able to walk again.
If I'm not back in hospital tomorrow, then I will work.