. She then said she has a great time when we're together but there is a lack of communication when we are apart and I seem aloof. I had told her I am not much of a phone talker/texter when we first started dating and that women tend to take that as me not being interested, so I repeated that and said I understand where she's coming from and that it was nice meeting her and wished her luck.
This here is pretty much the story of my life. Seriously. The last chick I dated a few months back was pretty much this chick's long lost twin. I got the "I feel you're distant and don't initiate contact enough when we're apart" speech word for word as well. This btw was four weeks after my dad died, and a few weeks after my ceiling collapsed in my house and I was dealing with contactors and a potentially life changing repair bill. The night before we broke up she called me to say her dad was going in for a hernia operation the next day and she was worried sick. I told her not to worry about it-- it's a very basic operation and his chance of dying were practically nil. She doubled down with "well two bad things have already happened to me this week, and they always come in threes". I kind of just sighed and said I get it, but seriously don't worry. I had just seen my dad weeks prior with his skull carved open from an aneurism and hooked to life support in a coma, as well as my aunt after having one lobe of her lung removed due to cancer, so my sympathy levels for worry over a hernia operation were hard to muster. In any case, flash forward to the next day and I call her right after I leave the office:
Me: So I assume the operation went ok?
Her: I'm cross with you
Me: Uhh, why?
Her: You never called me to ask how it went
Me: I just did..
Her: I told you how worried I was about it, and that problems come in threes. You should have called me during the day
Me: I'm sorry, I have my own big problems going on right now. Dealing with my dad's estate 2000 miles away, my despondent siblings/family, and the fact that I don't fucking have a ceiling over my living room right now. I was dealing with that crap all day with whatever free time I had at work. I'm sorry, but those issues are more pressing than your superstitious worry over problems happening in threes..
Her: I just feel you don't care as much about me as I do for you.. I think about you all day and I don't get the impression you think of me. I know you're dealing with a lot, and I keep asking myself if you'll open up and explain how things effect you. I can't read you at all because you bottle everything up.
Me: You knew these events were going on in my life; what do I need to explain that any sane person should be able to infer on their own? Why do I need to emotionally prostrate myself before you when you already KNOW how these things would impact any normal person?
Her: You just don't care about me..
Me: That's a pretty big statement to make at week 7 of a relationship. It's the most I can give right now.
Her: Well I need more. You know how to reach me if you're willing to give it.
Me: Have a good one for now then..