While Mr. Fighter Pilot (FP) was in training in Virginia to become a TOPGUN instructor pilot, we tried to see each other as much as possible. I would go there for a long weekend and he would come down to Florida. Of course I had to split the time with his kids, which I had no problem doing…they were his kids! What I didn’t like was the fact that when we did have plans, and he wanted to do something else, he would pick a fight, somehow including his kids or his soon-to-be ex. For instance, we had plans for him to come to Florida for the 4th of July. His kids were going to be spending the holiday with their mother and they were going to be out of town. I’m not going to lie – I was excited to get to spend the entire visit with him, to include our first holiday! As it got closer for him to come, the communication between us became strained and distant (IE – we didn’t speak or text that much). When we did talk or text he would be very short. He would say that his ex was being difficult. She wouldn’t let him talk to their kids or something to that affect. They were always arguing but he was taking it out on me. I wasn’t having the attitude as I did nothing wrong. But – he always seemed to find some sort of ridiculous fault with what I was doing. I was either always going out with my friends, talking to too many people at the gym, going to the gym too much, you name it! This was no different. He got upset that I was at a wine bar with a few of my friends. What was I doing at the wine bar you ask? Drinking the wine!!!! Can you believe that crap! How dare I?!?!?!? Well, he used it against me, picked a fight, and did not come for the 4th of July. Instead, he went on a road trip to where his kids were with their mother. He would always tell me how much he couldn’t stand her, etc., but instead of being honest with me and telling me he wanted to spend time with his kids, he picked a fight so that he could go see his kids, talk to her and not feel any remorse about it. It was only on his way back to Virginia that he would text me and say, “Do you think we can work this out? I really miss you.” I don’t have to tell you that my stupid ass fell for his crap over and over……I would eventually come to my senses but we have time, lots of stories and loads of things to say before that happens. Until then…….
xoxo
Tracy
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