Disclaimer: Read Part 1 first.
Klein: But I got into a fight, with a crazy person last night. I could have got hurt or died
Me: But you’re standing here in front of me. You’re not hurt.
Klein: I could have been hurt.
Me: (deep sigh) But you’re not, you’re making assumptions and excuses.
We start walking and he awkwardly tries to put his arm around me. I try to have a civil convo with him, but I’m so fucking pissed at the fact that he’s missing the point. He then says he is pushing the whole holding me thing, as it’s still daytime, and it’s Ramadan, and that we shouldn’t talk about anything else that’s negative. He tells me he has a meeting and he will see me later.
Two days go by. I finally call him and ask him to help me with something. I remind him that I’m leaving at the butt crack of dawn, and we haven’t spent “real quality time” together. He meets me at the store, and we’re walking around, I’m getting last minute stuff for my trip. I try to talk to him, and again, he says it’s Ramadan, and he “can’t talk about anything that will change his spirit” He then proceeds to complain about how hungry he is, and asks me how much longer am I going to be, because it’s almost sun-down. I point out to him, that he chose to fast, so basically why “are you complaining, and that if you are so hungry leave”.
He basically says if he leaves, then I’ll just be mad at him again.
At this point I checked out. Mentally, it’s no reasoning with him.
I’m not done shopping, I tell him to go ahead without me, go eat (I need peace & quiet, and frankly didn’t feel like hearing his fucking excuses, whining, and bitching about not eating). He takes half of the things I brought to drop them off at my place.
Me: are you coming over after dinner
Me: so like an hour or so
Klein: Yea, I gotta eat, or so. It’s Ramadan, so we can’t do anything...
Me: Seriously, I have to pack and stuff, I leave early and won’t be back till Sunday.
Klein: Ok, I’ll see you soon
(he gives me a hug & kiss)
I didn’t hear from him at all that night.
Hence the reason for the text.
Now, I know people think his mom’s death had a lot to do with his irrationality. But I beg to differ. Earlier in the relationship I tried to break up with him twice. And both times he pretended as if it never happened. I think he used his mom’s death as a scapegoat for his actions, as well as Ramadan. Yep. I said it. It may come off as being harsh, but the problems we had existed pre-mom. Had we not had these problems before and they came up as a result of his mom, I’d be more understanding. But they didn’t.
So that’s the demise of Klein. Maybe I could have done it differently, but my frustration with him could not be contained anymore. What’s done is done.