I Hate My Moods

**EDIT: 6/29/10
I think this may have been one of the times Sam was in Richmond cheating on me. Yay for intuition. Boo for doing nothing about it.
*END EDIT

I just called Sam, figuring it would be a good time to call him considering he should be done with work and it's not so late that he's asleep, but alas, he was asleep. I thought that he might have called me when he was done working, but he's just not as thoughtful as I think he is sometimes. Anyway he answered the phone all groggy and mumbling and didn't seem to be in a talking mood and I miss him like crazy and want to hear all about his day, but does he ever want to talk? No. So then I say he can go and I'm on the phone waiting for him to tell me he loves me and he hung up. Then I tried to call him back and he wouldn't answer and I got all frustrated and swore at his voicemail and kept calling and eventually his phone started ringing again and he picked up. After that it wasn't so bad except I felt pretty bad for getting so e-motional. We talked for about ten minutes and then I decided to really let him go, but anyway, I hate when I act like that. I hate when I feel so insecure. I know Sam loves me but for some reason I ALWAYS have to hear it. I want a therapist.