I’m Out. Drops Mic.

I’m pretty sure I just got dumped. I say I’m pretty sure, the Facebook unfriend and Whatsapp blocking gave the game away and just in case that wasn’t quite enough, he blocked my number for calls and texts too. Oh and Instagram. I’ve checked.

I’m not really sure what happened. We didn’t fight, Brown Eyes and I, we weren’t even having a chat at the time. I just noticed the “online x minutes ago” had disappeared from his name on my open Facebook tab and when I clicked to investigate (and share a funny video of a koala bear I’d found) I noticed we weren’t friends anymore. What? When did this happen?

He’d been a bit grumpy this bank holiday weekend but I assumed that was because he wouldn’t get to see me. We’d made plans for him to meet Bestie for the first time yesterday (bank holiday Monday), and then I’d go to stay with Brown Eyes for a few days after. He tried to get me to go to his on Saturday night but I had a BBQ party / birthday party to go to. He tried to get me to stay Sunday night but we’d made plans my side of the water for Monday with Bestie and it didn’t seem right for him to drive over and get me, drive back to his, drive back with me to meet Bestie again the next morning and then drive all the way back again, only to do that whole journey back and forth one more time when he took me home at the end of my stay at Hotel Brown Eyes. Right? Keeping up?

(He won’t let me get the train unless absolutely necessary because he knows how easy it is for me to get lost.)

Monday morning came and Brown Eyes told me he felt ill and wouldn’t be able to come see me. I was to carry on with my plans with Bestie and he’d catch up with me later. I told him that I hoped he felt better soon and left it at that. He’d been really one-word-answer-y for two or three days and I was starting to get uncomfortable about it all. He wasn’t texting me and telling me what he was up to randomly throughout the day like he usually would. He was barely texting me at all. I did try and message him a few times but when you get that many one word answers in a row, it’s really kinda hard to keep the conversation going… You know? I put it down to his “headache” and figured I’d leave him to it but I packed my stuff just in case he did text me later on like he said. I also pottered around the house with the hump. The. Entire. Day.

He did text me later on that day but things were really short and abrupt. I asked him how he was and enquired as to whether or not he felt better and all I got back were short, sharp responses. The next thing I knew, he’d put a Facebook status up about getting an early night so I figured I’d leave him to sleep, hoping he’d be in a better mood to pick me up the next day – today. I really missed him. I really did want to see him but I was starting to get the impression he didn’t want to see me.

Just as I was getting my stuff ready for bed last night, checking the last of my web stats and taking a final glance over at my Facebook news feed, I noticed there was no “online x minutes ago” by his name. I clicked. We weren’t friends. I text him immediately.

Me: “Hey, why have you unfriended me?”

BE: “Can we talk about this tomorrow?” 

Me: “There’s no need surely? You’ve said all you needed to say with the Facebook unfriend.” 

He knows how I feel about public make ups and breakups on Facebook. He knows how I feel about unfriending and blocking after a fight too. I cannot be bothered with any of that pettiness which is why I was reluctant to have him on my Facebook at all. I told him straight – if we become Facebook buddies, that’s it, you MUST behave yourself, no bitchy comments, shares, posts, just keep things clean.  You unfriend me, that’s it. I have clients on my Facebook page. This is a non-negotiable for me. Yet he went and did it anyway.

In response to my shirty reply, he sent over Whatsapp, “You said some things on Sunday that didn’t sit too well with me too.” And with that, his profile picture disappeared, as did that ‘last online’ notice. He might have blocked me. He might just have deleted my number so it looks like I’m blocked. I didn’t bother sending a message to find out. When I tried to call him (because I’ve learned NEVER to go to bed on a fight), it went straight to voicemail.

Ten minutes later, he hadn’t just unfriended me on Facebook, he’d blocked me too. And Instagram. I checked them all, he blocked me every which way he could. I have no way of contacting him to find out what went wrong. I’ve looked back through all the things I said to him on Sunday, throughout the entire weekend in fact, and I can’t work out what he’d have the ass about.

I guess I got ghosted. Fucking shame really seeing as I’d just fallen head over heels in love with him and told him so. I did not see this coming.

If anyone needs me, I’ll be crying into my pillow. I can’t believe I fell for another guy’s bullshit. Because even if he does come running back to apologise, the Facebook pettiness is a non-negotiable for me. As is this constant overdramatic bickering.

I’m out. 

Drops mic.