Done Waiting
Hello, my darlings. I think I’m done waiting for that man now. That man being, of course, My Mr. Grey. How long am I meant to wait for a simple answer to a simple question? Because he still hasn’t answered it, and I’m getting tired of hanging around.
Words < Action
He said he wanted me, but there’s been no action. If he wants me, why doesn’t he want to claim me for his own? Why doesn’t he want to put that label on it? Does he have something else going on? Someone else?
See, this is what happens when he won’t fill in the blanks: my brain fills them in on his behalf. My mind spirals. He’s cheating. He hates me. He doesn’t like me enough. He doesn’t love me. He doesn’t like me. I’m not good enough, skinny enough, funny enough, intelligent enough, witty enough, wise enough…
Spiralling, spiralling, spiralling
All I want is an answer. I don’t want to hang around or stick with our friends-with-benefits status. As good as the sex is, I don’t want it part-time. I want it all the time. Full-time. Like a damn boyfriend. Not shared with half the women in his phonebook.
I told him that, so why doesn’t he just say yes or no? That’s all it is: one or the other. There’s no middle option. We’ve gone too far, and my feelings have developed too much for us to turn back now, so if this ruins whatever relationship we have, it wasn’t a real one to start with… right?
Done waiting
So, for now, I’ve decided to stop chasing Grey. If he wants me, he’ll have to chase after me this time. It’s not like I haven’t put enough effort in, and I’ve made it crystal clear what I want from him.
The ball’s in his court now.
Thanks so much for reading my blog today! 🖤
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