Uni, I'm gonna smack you if you don't knock some sense into this man soon. Seriously...
So, he decided this afternoon that we need "space." I agreed. Time apart would be very, very, very good for us.
Except that he apparently can't live more than 45 minutes without me.
Gods how I wish I was exaggerating.
After he tells me about the time apart thing, and I agree to it, because yes, it would be good, we walk over to our friend B's house to have a visit. We're there for about 15 minutes, and I tell everyone I'll see them later and I head home. Get lots of questions about why J isn't going with me, and I just tell them I'm going to work all night, and J is spending the night there. They buy that, sort of.
He gives me a hug before I go, tells me he loves me, and tells me to text him when I get home. I walk home, and I text him that I'm there.
And not even half an hour later, he texts me back. "You should come over. I'm bored and lonely."
ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?
So I walked back over there. And spent the evening with him being super-duper-clingy. Yeah... these mood swings? I'm about over them.
It's a three strikes you're out policy now. And he just had strike two today.