Gerd's the closest to my idea of the perfect guy for me that I've ever met. I love him from the tippy-top of my head to the bottom of my toes....I just don't think we're right for each other, at least not right now. I want to move to Houston to be near him, but I've already given up so much for him. I wish he'd be more patient, wait until I'm ready instead of every day asking what my intentions are and saying "You'll never leave. You'll never move here, we're waisting our time". I'm sorry, but if you think that's gonna make me wanna move there, then you're full of crap. You don't know how to handle people. You have a knack for making me feel like crap. You talk down to me and hound me and make me feel like I can't do anything right. You're supposed to edify the ones you love, make them feel supported and like you'll do anything you can to make them happy and comfortable and complete. You didn't do that for me, at least not in the end. You constantly pointed out what I did wrong and what you didn't like. You know what?--it doesn't really matter what you think. If you think what I'm doing is wrong, look in the freakin mirror. I'm not doing anything you haven't done. I'm not gonna sit at home and mope and pine away for you. If that's what you want from me, then I expect nothing less. Sure, I won't go out, but you can't either. And that doesn't mean have people over and drink. That means the only interaction you have with people outside work is on the phone and the few people you may pass or talk to when you're shopping. If you're willing to do that, then I'll give you what you want and stay home. Stop pointing out what you don't like about me. Love me as I am or have nothing to do with me. Let me make my plans for my life and quit asking what they are. When you need to know, you will. Don't tell me you think I won't do something or that I'm scared to do something. When I tell you I'm going to move there or whatever, say okay and let it be. Take my word for it and know that I'll do it as soon as I can.