So my ex and I broke up about a year ago. I stopped talking to him for a while because he was a massive d*ck about something serious that happened in my life. Finally, I forgave him, but I'm really regretting it.
We moved to the same city again and I tried to get in contact with him. It was like I had to chase him down to see him and when I confronted him about it, he got a bit angry. So finally, we met. Things were great...actually off the charts. Total chemistry and we had a lot of fun. He then invited me out the next night and we made plans to do other things.
We were texting back and forth for a while, and then I asked him if he wanted to be friends with benefits. He said he was attracted to me and there was definite chemistry between us, but he didn't think it was a good idea. He misinterprets things very easily, so I told him I wasn't looking for a relationship with him.
Later, I invited him over and he didn't respond so I assumed he was busy. I asked again and he got really angry with me and told me I was annoying him a little bit because he wasn't ready to be friends with me...but he worded it like it was my fault I didn't know he wasn't ready. He wanted things to happen "naturally". I told him I can't read his mind and if he's not ready, he's not ready, but I feel like I'm chasing him down to hang out and things aren't going to happen naturally unless you hang out. He then responded telling me, basically, that he hasn't reached out to me because all we have is based on our past as bf/gf and I'm not the first person he reaches out to anymore, making it seem like he doesn't even want to be friends with me. So I asked him why he would invite me places if he doesn't even want to be friends with me. He never responded.
We have a close mutual friend who sometimes tries to bring me up, but he won't talk to her about it. He used to when we were together, but now he won't. He acts like it's this huge sore subject and changes the subject--but the truth is, he was the one who was an a** about everything. We broke up mutually and he couldn't be there when I needed him, but now somehow I'm this terribly sore subject.
It's really bothering me. I know I should just "get over it"--but it hurts.