Is He Playing Games or Am I Just Losing It?

Okay, I’m serious. Thanksgiving has come and gone, and guess what? Not a single sign from Dre. I mean, really… he’s got me messed up.

We did exchange a couple of texts on Thanksgiving Day, but I didn’t want that to distract me from all the holiday festive chaos... cooking the night before, family everywhere, trying to keep it together. But no Dre, no nothing.

Maybe he’s got a new girlfriend? Who knows. And if he does, fine — whoever she is, she ain’t got a thing on me. But if he’s sharing his attention with someone else… well, she can have him, because clearly, he’s choosing to act like a ghost instead of a boyfriend.

So, I straight up asked him about it. And what did he do? Called me insecure. Really? Am I wrong for wanting some consistency, some acknowledgment, some human decency?

Let me show you the Thanksgiving text saga:

Nov 26, 2009
Dre: Happy Thanksgiving, Bae.
Me: Happy Thanksgiving…
Dre: I have something coming for you in the mail, you should get it by next Wednesday. Are you okay?
Me: Something in the mail, huh? Like what…? You know what… never mind, I’ll see when it gets here.

A few hours later, I checked in again:

Me: Hey Dre, how’s work? Are you okay? When will y’all be back in town?

Then, the next morning,  @7:00 a.m.

Dre: I should be home around December 10 maybe? These 16-hour shifts aren’t no joke.
Me: So what are you doing for the other 8 hours? Because something doesn’t add up.
Dre: What do you mean??
Me: IJS… I mean, somewhere in those 8 hours you could call me?
Dre: I be sleep.
Me: WHAT ABOUT ALL THE OTHER DAYS?
Dre: …Caps? Ok… but Iumm… my off days are Mondays and Tuesdays, but even then I’m on call. You know how it is, working on the road…
Me: Well, no I don’t know, but what I do know is that you haven’t been reaching out.
Dre: Come on now, Lea! I just sent you a message yesterday. Told you it’s just that busy.
Me: …Okay, I guess.
Me: Well, I’ll see you when you get back, right?
Me: ……right??
Two hours later:
Me: Dre?..

And that, my friends, was the last thing he sent me in two days.

Y:all He trippin' for real. Like, For real, for real. I don’t know what to think. Am I overreacting? Or is he just choosing to ghost me?

I know I’m frustrated, flustered, maybe even a little petty… but am I really wrong for expecting him to show up, even in a small way?
Because right now, it feels like he’s making me the crazy one for simply wanting attention, care, and a little respect.

Honestly, Dre… if you’re reading this ... you’ve got some explaining to do.