Another really hard day. I spent hours shopping for the empty apartment, painting and crying. I ran errands 3 times to the same 2 shopping centers. ManFriend came to get the last of his stuff and was gone moments later. I am glad I didn't count on him to help me clean. It was wierd; and he asked what was wrong, and I wasn't 100% comfortable telling him or I was too worried i'd cry, and no man likes that. We made plans to have dinner.
A few hours later he called to complain that he cut his hand bad on glass and spent the afternoon in the hospital.
I get that he had a busy few days, but I guess I hoped he would have been more supportive and loving knowing this was huge for me too, maybe more so.
So I won't see him til next Saturday.
I thought I talked myself into expecting this, but I am disappointed in myself with how much I've cried and how upset I am....and we haven't even broken up. What does that tell me for how I'll react next month...after 'I tried' to make this move work.