woops lol I posted this in the wrong spot...oh well. :)

I held on tight as I hugged him goodbye next to the car.  It took us five hours to get to Owasso Oklahoma, and now that I was settled into my hotel, it was time to say goodbye for a whole month.  He kissed me gently, and I tried to hold back my tears.  After watching my boyfriend of two and a half years, pull out onto the road, I waved until I couldn't see him anymore, and then headed back up to my hotel room.  The only reason I was even here, was for job training, and I knew already that it was going to be a rough four weeks. Boy, was I right.  The first week went by so slow, that I was physically home sick by the weekend.  However, the only reason it seemed to go by slow, is the fact that Ian (my boyfriend) seemed to be ignoring me all week. I would text him little things here and there, and he would either not text me back, or it would take him all day to respond. Not to mention he was always on facebook and I would comment on his status, and send him little messages and he would never respond.  I started to get a little worried.  I finally confronted him about it, and he told me that he hadn't been happy for the past few months and that he was tired of trying.  I was so shocked, not only because I try so hard to make him happy, but I was also pissed because I am the one who busts my ass in the relationship, while he just sits back and enjoys the ride.  Other things were said, but of course it ended with me crying myself to sleep for the rest of my trip.  How the hell do you move on when two and a half years walks out of your life?