That’s the number in my head for how long I intend to wait for the bf to do something different. The only time he says sweet things is when I practically force it out of him. Otherwise, there is zero interest in me. I gave it a month after he didn’t say or so anything for my birthday. On its own not that bad a thing, but coupled with the rest of the indifference… I feel like I barely exist to him. At least, I can’t see how he thinks of me as anything more than just friends. And I’m just withdrawing more and more. Which is what I do when something or someone hurts me. Distance myself until it lessens the pain. Then next time, it won’t hurt so bad.
I wonder if I can wait 10 days. Or will I explode from it all before then. I think I’ve done pretty good to hold out this long.
Interesting, when ever I get reclusive like this, I get to the point where I need to talk to someone. And so, I blog. A lot.
