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This post is 15% fever-induced delirious rant, 10% pleading question, and 75% pointless musing and observation.
Funny how dating brings out both the best and the worst in people. My ex seems to have two faces. For most of the period that I was dating him, he was a real sweet, uplifting guy. He would tell you (as would I, his parents, and most of his friends) that he has the spiritual gift of encouragement.
He praised my values. He also got the idea from somewhere that I had a "shell" and became obsessed with trying to get me to come out of it. He would praise me when I'd try new things like going skiing or shooting. (Personally I was thrilled at the new experiences. From my limited experience, I like the outdoors, I like travel, and I consider myself an adventurous person.) He also thought I needed more confidence and more friends. He would praise me when he thought I was doing stuff right.
After a while, he stopped singing my praises and starting nitpicking. He didn't criticize per say, but he became cold and distant. He would say things in a hurtful tone of voice over something silly like me not wanting to light a match. He virtually stopped calling me for about a month and then he broke up with me.
The odd thing is, I never get to see this sort of behavior around other people. Just the other day, one of my friends told someone, "He's one of the best-spirited people you'll ever meet. I've never seen him have a bad day." He is funny, upbeat, and encouraging. He does sweet things like walking a female friend back to the door of her residence hall that he never did for me, even when we were dating. That's not to say that he hasn't done some sweet things last semester since breaking up with me, like bringing over a textbook or cough drops or offering to give me a ride to the grocery store or borrow his bike. But I definitely feel left out in the cold.
For example, yesterday I was sick and reclining on a couch at our Christian campus ministry's house. He threw a mini-brownie in a plastic sleeve at me while eating his lunch. It hit me in the side. I woke up from my dazed stupor and heard him saying something about the remote, so I pulled myself up and started to look for it, assuming he wanted me to find it. What he actually wanted was to give me the other brownie. I was sort of touched. Then in retrospect, I mused about how sad it was that I was touched that my ex-boyfriend threw a brownie at me.
Then today I came back from lunch and curled up on the couch. He and one of my girl friends were leaving for class. She stroked my hair and told me she hoped I felt better. He kicked the bottom of my shoe. It kind of jarred me. I wondered if it was supposed to be a masculine expression of sympathy.
Yet again today I called him to tell him I couldn't come to an event that I and one of my friends had been planning, and which I had asked him to announce at the mens' prayer breakfast on Saturday. I told him I have a fever, and I'm discouraged because today is Friday and I have engineering exams on Monday and Thursday. I was hoping for a few words of encouragement or at least some sympathy. But I didn't even get to ask him to pray for me. All he said was, "Oh, sorry. Hope you feel better. I've gotta go. Bye." [Me: "Okay, bye." End of call.] There was no warmth in his voice whatsoever. It kind of bothered me.
He's too kind to others and occasionally to me to ever call a jerk. But would it kill him to be a little friendlier? I'm unsettled by his weird, bipolar behavior.
Funny how dating brings out both the best and the worst in people. My ex seems to have two faces. For most of the period that I was dating him, he was a real sweet, uplifting guy. He would tell you (as would I, his parents, and most of his friends) that he has the spiritual gift of encouragement.
He praised my values. He also got the idea from somewhere that I had a "shell" and became obsessed with trying to get me to come out of it. He would praise me when I'd try new things like going skiing or shooting. (Personally I was thrilled at the new experiences. From my limited experience, I like the outdoors, I like travel, and I consider myself an adventurous person.) He also thought I needed more confidence and more friends. He would praise me when he thought I was doing stuff right.
After a while, he stopped singing my praises and starting nitpicking. He didn't criticize per say, but he became cold and distant. He would say things in a hurtful tone of voice over something silly like me not wanting to light a match. He virtually stopped calling me for about a month and then he broke up with me.
The odd thing is, I never get to see this sort of behavior around other people. Just the other day, one of my friends told someone, "He's one of the best-spirited people you'll ever meet. I've never seen him have a bad day." He is funny, upbeat, and encouraging. He does sweet things like walking a female friend back to the door of her residence hall that he never did for me, even when we were dating. That's not to say that he hasn't done some sweet things last semester since breaking up with me, like bringing over a textbook or cough drops or offering to give me a ride to the grocery store or borrow his bike. But I definitely feel left out in the cold.
For example, yesterday I was sick and reclining on a couch at our Christian campus ministry's house. He threw a mini-brownie in a plastic sleeve at me while eating his lunch. It hit me in the side. I woke up from my dazed stupor and heard him saying something about the remote, so I pulled myself up and started to look for it, assuming he wanted me to find it. What he actually wanted was to give me the other brownie. I was sort of touched. Then in retrospect, I mused about how sad it was that I was touched that my ex-boyfriend threw a brownie at me.
Then today I came back from lunch and curled up on the couch. He and one of my girl friends were leaving for class. She stroked my hair and told me she hoped I felt better. He kicked the bottom of my shoe. It kind of jarred me. I wondered if it was supposed to be a masculine expression of sympathy.
Yet again today I called him to tell him I couldn't come to an event that I and one of my friends had been planning, and which I had asked him to announce at the mens' prayer breakfast on Saturday. I told him I have a fever, and I'm discouraged because today is Friday and I have engineering exams on Monday and Thursday. I was hoping for a few words of encouragement or at least some sympathy. But I didn't even get to ask him to pray for me. All he said was, "Oh, sorry. Hope you feel better. I've gotta go. Bye." [Me: "Okay, bye." End of call.] There was no warmth in his voice whatsoever. It kind of bothered me.
He's too kind to others and occasionally to me to ever call a jerk. But would it kill him to be a little friendlier? I'm unsettled by his weird, bipolar behavior.