The Right Thing

So, last night I called Dave. I called him because he made plans with his mom for valentine's day, after he had been away in Tahoe for a week and had not seen me in 2 weeks. After discussing my "issues" with a few people, I decided that talking with him about my concerns would really just be a waste of an evening for both me and for him and that I just needed to end things right away, even if it was over the phone.

We ended up talking on my way home from work. I had to pull of to the side of the road because he couldn't wait until I got home because he was going to head straight to his mom's. *jerk*

Anyway, I told him that I was hurt that he did not make plans with me. Not just because he chose to make plans with his mom instead of me on valentine's day, but really because he did not make plans to see me when he returned knowing that we have not seen eachother in 2 weeks and that this has been an ongoing concern of mine, and that even though I address it with him, it still continues.

He told me that he really likes me and is sorry that I feel that I am unimportant in his life, but he realized while he was in Tahoe that he really thinks of me more as a friend rather than a girlfriend because we have great conversations on religion, politics, economics, movies, etc but, because we have not slept together, he has not been able to think of me as more than a friend.

I told him that I can't keep this up and that we need to end it.

Now I am really sad, even though I know I did the right thing. I deserve better. I deserve so much better.

I know this, but why can't I stop crying?