Okay, V is pissed at me, not sure why.
Last night at the gym, she doesn’t talk so I start chitter chatter. She responds, okay, looks like it might be semi-normal. I buy groceries and cook up a quick beef stir fry because she says she’s hungry.
V talks on the phone with her mum in hushed tones. Okay, I figure she wants space for a private conversation. She goes upstairs. I finish up cooking. I check on her to see if she’s okay. She says okay, just reading. Her grandparent had some health issues. She’s sure she’s okay.
I go down and finish up cooking, she’s still upstairs. I call her down. Not sure what’s going on.
We eat, I clean up and do the dishes, packing her lunch.
She sits down and finishes watching a movie I put about some IDF soldiers leaving Lebanon (Beaufort). She sits away, not saying anything.
I hold her, she’s pretty non-responsive.
We go upstairs for bed and then she lays into me and cries about how she wishes she had a BF that would be there for her and that it is evident to her that I am not he.
I leave after being restless to surf.
I go back, she’s tossed my pillow on the bed. I hold her, she turns over and says she doesn’t want to be close to me.
This morning she doesn’t say a word to me.
I am not quite sure what’s up and what I did that was so horrible. I understand that something must have happened and her mum told her on the phoen last night. I asked her what happened, she fed me a 1 sentence response and said she was okay. When I asked her again, she said she was sure she was okay.
In the past, when i kept on asking, V would flip and say she needed space and would tell me what was on her midn when she was ready. Applying that last night was no good either.
I am confused, hurt, and thinking that this would be a good weekend to collect my thoughts.
