Just wondering ...
I disappointed the last guy I loved constantly. It wasn't intentional - I happened to be emotionally bereft at the time, I could barely function, let alone be conscious of another person's needs. But I let him down again and again. He gave me five months of chances, and then one day, he drew the line. And that was it. Done.
Sometimes I wish I had that kind of rigid self-discipline. I've never been good at cutting things off ... I'm a benefit-of-the-doubt kinda girl. But I'm in a place in my life where I just don't want to put up with bullshit (if you're asking "Is there ever a time in your life when you put up with bullshit?" the answer is HELL yes. High school and college.)
The irony I can't get over is that I'm probably the least demanding, least needy, least high-maintenance I've ever been. In fact, my baseline requirements for men I date are pretty freaking simple: do what you say you're going to do, when you say you're going to do it, and be cognizant of how your behavior may affect my feelings. In other words, just be considerate. Seriously, is that really so damn difficult?
In my head I keep thinking "Wow. I cannot believe he's fucking this up."