Broken is a story that is best read Chronologically to start from the beginning – Prologue
Hailey was going away for a week with James and the kids. Then after a few days back they will go again. Our conversation was a little strained from the fallout of her cancelling and the subsequent conversation. I think she was more bothered by it than I was.
Really I just wanted to know where I stood with her. It was a struggle for almost a year to that point. Probably even longer but she always told me she loved me and was in love with me until that time that she asked for space and slept with that guy.
Since that point “I love you’s” were far more inconsistent. I hadn’t heard it since the text fight. I tried to keep it peaceful. She was trying to make a point showing how busy she was.
Although I always knew her busy was self induced, due to her socializing with a bunch of different people. Which is fine but that is a hard way to come back into my life. We saw each other 6 or 7 times in 2 weeks, then once in the following week or so. I know better but gave her the benefit of the doubt that her life was a little challenging on her way out the door, again.
This would give me some time to date even beyond Ashley. May as well have some fun. It was strange I had 2 women but neither exclusively. So I went on a few dates and started to notice a pattern.
Hailey would start texting me on Friday or Saturday nights around 9:30-10. Was she trying to..? Wait I think she is trying to catch me on a date. She knows that if I don’t respond to her right away she will have an idea that I was on a date. This bothered me for many reasons.
Mostly that she could shut this down anytime she wanted. Just by committing to a future with me. Or giving me a small amount of time. I don’t like uncertainty. And the fact that she was upset for me dating, event though she would likely deny it, without giving me certainty. Pissed me off.
It had the opposite effect on me of the one I am sure she intended. I ignored it, answered when I got to it. And never addressed it. But I could even sense the attitude through it. Her goodnight’s were even a little cold. And sometimes she wouldn’t say goodnight unless it was Friday or Saturday night.
But I knew she also couldn’t say anything. She had dated when I was at home trying to get to her. And I am sure this drove her crazy. It is never easy to taste your own medicine. But boy did she earn it.