Hate me, please.

Rough day.

I did the fatal thing and sent a text to him who left me.

I don't know what I wanted him to say really - sorry we haven't communicated for over a week? How are you?
Just something... human?

Instead I got the usual 'Not now.'
And this time I got the added joy of 'Email me next week.'

I've emailed him so much! I've written reams and reams!
I get three word replies.

I've said before this has to stop, and I realised the only way that it will happen is if I make it happen. Negative Control. But whilst he keeps saying he cares about me but treating me like this, it does my head in.
Is this the only kind of love I deserve?
If he hated me, it would make more sense.

So I told him about the stuff I read on his computer.

I think it's fair to say he hates me now.