Her side of the story...
He was in an odd mood Friday night. We planned to meet in the pub for a
drink. I spent the afternoon shopping with the girls and I thought it might
have been my fault because I was a bit later than I promised, but he didn't
say anything much about it. The conversation was very slow going so I
thought we should go off somewhere more intimate so we could talk more
privately.
We went to this restaurant and he was STILL acting a bit funny. Tried to
cheer him up and started to wonder whether it was me or something else. I
asked him, and he said no. But I wasn't really sure. So anyway, in the car
on the way back home, I said I loved him
deeply and he just put his arm around me. I didn't know what the hell that
meant because you know he didn't say it back or anything, this is really
worrying me. We finally got back home and I was wondering if he was going
to leave me! So I tried to get him to talk but he just switched on the TV,
and sat with a distant look in his eyes that seemed to say it's over
between us.
Reluctantly, I said I was going to bed. Then after about ten minutes, he
joined me and to my surprise, he responded to my advances and we made love.
But, he seemed really distracted, so afterwards I just wanted to confront
him but I just cried myself to sleep. I just don't know what to do anymore.
I mean, I really think he's seeing someone
else and that my life is a disaster.
His side of the story...
England lost. Got a shag though.