Even though I can't make sense of why Cincinnati* wanted me to visit him right up to the weeks before I arrived, he has pretty much told me he's done.
Last week, after I saw that he'd told his Facebook friends that his MRI was clear, but hadn't told me, I blew up. I sent him a nasty text saying he'd hurt me more than anyone else in memory, and would he like a press release to tell the world so.
He responded with a nasty text of his own, which I reproduce verbatim:
Please spare me with this. I was strung along for years including after we initially met in Dallas then suddenly you did a 180 on the 2nd meeting. My emotions were played with. I have been dealing with a lot of crap lately and haven't had the time to respond to your emails. I also don't recall ever expressing my love for you recently whatsoever. I'm not going to communicate any further. It's for the best.
I responded angrily at first, saying "Why didn't you simply tell me not to visit?". No answer, so I then said that he had time to respond but he didnt. No answer.
I turned off the phone and tried not to cry.
I spent the rest of the day reviewing the last years, and how I'd been so depressed during 2014 to 2016 as I had lost my job, my mother and my house. But I'd never really told him how upset I was. So he was right. I had strung him along.
I finally apologized by Gmail. I hope he read it:
I'm sorry I sent those texts to you earlier today.