Have been staying at my b'fs for the last week and things were looking good, no arguements...we had fun doing some decorating, cooked meals together when he was back from work, cuddled up and watched a dvd..all just like the old days.
The minute I came home (I had bills to sort, had my neice for the day, my best friends b'day-the usual) it was like life was all too difficult for him again!! The sad voice on the phone was back, can't be bothered to cook, anything good I'd done it was 'oh good for you' but if I say nothing it's 'can't you think of anything to say to me anymore?'.
Now, to me this is getting a bit like 'selective depression', maybe it's chronic loneliness? I deliberatly leave lots of my things at his so he knows I'm coming back but I wake up and it's like he's gonna decide if we're gonna have a nice day or not.
I've been keeping my cool really well but earlier I had to come off the phone and told him I think he's better having some peace tonight - I said I don't mind him moanig TO me about
anything, I'll always listen but I won't have him moaning AT me, it's 2 different things...
To be blunt HE WAS DOING MY HEAD IN !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Surely there's a fine line between being supportive and being a human verbal punchbag !