“Leo, you’re on Facebook but not other social media, why is that?”
“I’m not very active on Facebook, Ann. I figure those people who want to know about my life will pick up the phone.”
“Yeah, I get that. What do you think about people who share a lot online?”
“Well it all depends, I think it’s attention seeking sometimes which just isn’t me. Why do you ask?”
“Have you ever looked up my profile on Facebook?” Continue reading
I had some decisions to make. Did I believe him? Mostly. I knew there was a chance he was telling me what he thought I wanted to hear, but seeing how uncomfortable he was, and the way he told me, led me to believe there was far more truth to his words than lies.
I didn’t write it all out, but I did challenge him on a number of things during our conversation. The most important for me was how it was possible he didn’t feel comfortable with me, given how open I’d been with him about my own sexuality.
“Can we talk? My head has been churning all week and there is something I need to tell you.”
This from Leo, the day I left for my overnight business trip. In order to skip ahead to the good stuff, suffice it to say I agreed to hear what he had to say, and he came over to my place the evening I returned.
I was prepared for a semi-desperate attempt on Leo’s behalf to win me back or for him to argue me out of what I was feeling or wanting. And while yes, what he chose to share with me was about trying to keep me in his life, it wasn’t what I was expecting. Continue reading