Gay: Over so soon...?

So I've been in a relationship for the last 2 months and things were going okay until recently...And the story goes as such:Mike has been working lots of hours even though he doesn't have to. Being his choice, he decided to keep working those strenous shifts which is all good with me. Whatever you want to do is fine. The Thursday night before his birthday, his "friends" a.k.a. co-workers screwed him over and he ended up having to finish off his shift instead of going home early which is what he wanted to do because they were overstaffed. I can safely say that any one of my friends would've stayed to let me leave if they realized that it was my birthday that I would be working on.

So this pissed him off and put him in a bad mood, so much so that he did not wish to spend any time with them at the Christmas party. Again, it was fine with me cuz they're his friends after all. I don't believe in smothering people or obligating them to me, so I let him do his own thing for most of the day on his birthday, but then I called to see if he was interested in hanging out since he wasn't going to the Christmas party. He obliged me (rather begrudgingly I now notice) and we went to a dinner and a movie.

Upon returning to my place afterwards, we have a pretty serious talk wherein he tells me that he has lots of baggage (who doesn't) and that he wants to slow things down and not go in together on family plan. This again works for me (so that I don't have to switch my number) so I say, great, no biggie. He also wants to "slow down the relationship." I ask if this means we're breaking up (which is okay with me as well so that we don't draw it out) and he says no. He says he's just really tired and that he wants to sleep because he hasn't done so for many many days.

Because this is something I can COMPLETELY relate to, I say, "can do!" and usher him home so that he can soak up as much rest as possible. That was Friday night.

All day Saturday, I find myself involved in my own machinations, trying to get things done and in order. I did not hear from him all day, which was COMPLETELY fine as I can understand that "me-time" does not include anyone else.

Then comes Sunday; I spend most of it doing what I do best which is procrastinate, but I think about Mike and wonder, "I hope he's okay." I send him a text with the same sentiment in addition to a "are you alive?" I included an LOL because it was comical when I first thought about it. He texts back that he's okay and is doing housework much like my own. Notice, there was no phone call...I take a shower in preparation for the party and decide before I leave to give him a call since he hadn't called me yet. He states that he tried to call me about 15 minutes before I did, and I apologize because I still haven't figured out all the nuances of my phone yet.

Energized that my man may have now returned back to normal, I ask him how his gloriously peaceful Saturday was (because remember, he wanted to nap.) He proceeds to tell me that he spent most of the day in bed with his dog (aw, ain't that sweet) then he got up and him and some of his work friends went out to the local gay club (actually 2 different ones) to see the drag show and went out to eat then he returns home.And my jaw is on the floor the entire time.

I say "oh, that's cool. I'm glad that things are better for you." Then I quickly segueway into something that will get me off the phone because my mind is now reeling. I hang up and there's deep sadness followed by rage then disappointment then frustration then more anger. I consult the Times, Harriwhen, and PDaug.

Everything in my body wants to say "sayonara!" But am I giving up too soon? Am I reading too much into this?

And then I start thinking about all the warning signs that we shouldn't be together, namely he is a nurse and contrary to what I was thinking, this was BOUND to bite me in the ass. And you can judge a person by the company they keep and...well...'nuff said in this case. Just call this whole situation Degrassi High and I'm the college boyfriend. How did I ever get into this mess?

And if we break up, I have to play my cards just right so that I don't become the asshole of the ER...not that it matters because, as I've said a gabillion times, I go down there to do my job, not make friends or socialize. And trust me, whether or not I'm his boyfriend, I will get the respect I deserve or heads will roll.

And now I'm back to angry black man...damn, it comes full circle so fast! :)