Okay...the weekend flew by...with what seems like 10000 text messages between Scott and I..and about 10 phone calls....and he went to a party last night...I dropped off a note yesterday I think at his apartment...and I text him happy birthday at midnight...
This morning, I dropped off two birthday cards...and he text me when he woke up...thank you...and then I was playing in a tournament, so he text me he was going to a party again....no big...then i got out of the tournament and ask if he was still at party...and he said yes...so i went on to a bar to play. He text me...and we text for about half an hour...he wants to know where I am, what I'm doing etc...so why didn't he just freakin' come out and say come over...i write that we will finish his presents tomorrow night...and he says...no tonight...and I say you will have to wait...and he says no...and I said i thought you were going out..and he writes "sooooo" and I write back what are you saying? He says that he wants his presents. So i write, "aw...and here I thought you might want to see meeeeeeeee."
Apparently, that was too much for him...and he went silent.....so i text him about 10 minutes later and tell him that I don't have the presents with me but I could come over. Still no response from him. 10 more minutes I write, "??" And he writes back that he is going to the bar...i write back have fun, i'll be there tomorrow at 7pm.
so the thing is...is part of me is crushed...and the other part of me is PISSED OFF. Why? well....he went to a strip club. he has a thing about strippers...or maybe it is one stripper that he is entranced with....no big deal...it's his birthday--he should go out with the guys. But.....he could be with me...a real live woman...not a fantasy in a strip club! And does that mean that all he wanted was the presents??? like I was just gonna go drop em off and leave? or is he that scared that he couldn't come right out and ask me to come over, and because I didn't just make the decision--he chose the strip club?
The part of me that is crushed is because if I was working out...then maybe this wouldn't be an issue. Hell, I'd rather see a stripper than me! I guess I just thought he might want to spend his birthday with a real friend...and not just with acquaintances---or strangers. And i am/was trying to make it so special for him.
Oh well....he's a big boy...and he has his own decisions and choices that he needs to make for himself. If I am gonna be here for him...I have to let him be...
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