Anyway, she comes round at the weekend, we have sex, and then I start asking her about what happened.
She doesn’t want to talk about it and her body language is off.
She’d started saying “no” to me and being cold with me after I didn’t reply to one of her texts the night before. On Friday, I was expecting her to come round and she texted me at about 4pm saying she didn’t know if she was coming or not and that she had at least 10 reasons not to.
I, as I mentioned before, was quite cold about the situation and said that if she left my life the next day then it wouldn’t affect me too much.
That’s when it dawned on me, and I felt like a prick.
I suddenly felt responsible for how upset and unhappy she was, even though I had no idea before as to what extent she meant “unhappy”. She comes round a few days later, we had incredible sex, and when she left, my feelings started to dissipate.
A week later, her friend came up to London from the south coast, and the next day she left London to go down there.
I said to her to have fun and I’ll speak to her when she’s back.
I’m not standing for this shit and she’s pulled a similar stunt a couple of other times.