We have been living a part from each other for the last few months and it's been tough. There are two sides to every story and this is mine.
As I said, Ryan (not Joe... fuckers... sorry for the mental slip) and I have been living a part for the last few months. It was rough for both of us. More on me mentally because I realized that I really couldn't always be me. There was me when I was with Ryan and 'baseball me'. That really started to get to him.
In March I hadn't seen him in a while and I went to see him. When I got to his place he was acting really weird. That was the first sign that I knew something was wrong. His phone calls had been brief and he just wasn't the same.
Later on that night I asked him if he had been messing around with someone else. He said no and immediately got up to go to the bathroom. When he came back he told me that he hated not seeing me. He had been out one night and met a guy. They hit it off and ended up sleeping with each other.
I'm furious at this point because I have been faithful to him. I really wanted the night to just end. I know couples go through this every day but I never thought it would be me.
That night turned into another and into another. He didn't know how to tell me because he liked me as well but "needed the physical attention"
I tried to take the pain and frustration and anger out on the field but that failed miserably. I went into one of the worst slumps I have ever had.
I'm not exactly over it. It has taken me a while to post this blog post because of how crazy, bat shit in love I was with this guy. I'm single and for now I am keeping it that way.
Who knows what is next down the road... I am looking forward to a rebound fuck in the next week or so. I am on the road so I am sure it will be a good one.
