April 7th 2020
I almost had the opportunity to take an actual vacation.
Craig surprised me while we were out at dinner last week, that he had rented a beach house for the summer.
As thrilled as that made me, I told him I might not be able to go.
We’ve been short-staffed at work to where we’ve all had to work six days a week.
He was obviously hurt that he had already spent the money on a deposit for the house and asked if I could try to take the time off so that it wouldn’t go to waste.
He said he couldn’t enjoy a vacation without me and asked if I liked him spending money on me, even though I’d made it clear I didn’t appreciate his gestures.
Even though he apologized for snapping, I feel like he’s been growing distant lately.
Usually, after a date, we go back to his place for a few hours, but he’s been saying he’s too tired to be intimate with me.
I’ve worked long days because surgeries go for longer than we expect, so I understand the desire to just go home and crash in bed.
But he hasn’t even been holding my hand since I told him I probably wouldn’t be able to go on vacation with him.
I’ve asked him several times if I’m doing anything wrong, and he assures me I’m reading into nothing, that it’s all in my head.
I can’t help but feel something is off. To try to make it up to him, I ordered him a few tools from his wishlist on .
The tracking shows they were delivered two days ago, but I guess he’s been too tired to notice the packages since I haven’t heard from him.