Meh

Well, this past weekend was supposed to be great, but it slowly turned into a disaster.
On Friday, my brother, Michael, went on a church retreat for the weekend. That night, I went to Eli's for a while to hang out and watch TV.
On Saturday, I didn't really do too much but stay around the house. I went to the store with my Mom in my pijamas because I didn't even get dressed. After the day was gone, Eli came over for the evening. My family and I played a game called Sequence. It was a load of fun and we all enjoyed it. Then the bad part began. Eli and I were sitting on the couch and he started yawning. I like to mess with him sometimes and so I tickled him so that he couldn't get it out. Afterwards, he fussed at me and said that he doesn't want me to do that anymore because he "hates it when I do that". Well, whenever I complain about him doing something that I hate, he doesn't stop. He might for a while, but he just does it again eventually. When he fusses, I usually stop completely.
Well, then we got into a fight over the phone after he called to let me know that he was home safe. He explained that he was depressed from all of the things that have been happening to him lately and he was just very irritable. I told him that I understood that wrecking his truck was troublesome to him and that it was like losing a family member. He insisted that I didn't understand and so I said, "I know that you have put your life into that truck. You have put your heart and soul in it to make it completely yours. I understand what it's like to lose something like that." Of course I was referring to my Gamma who died in January 2008. He again didn't believe me and so he said, "It was like if you took Oreo out on a walk and someone came up and shot her". This threw me over the edge. I began to cry about how I did understand how it is to lose a family member more than he ever has or ever will. I told him that he doesn't know what it's like to know that the one thing you ever put your all into was dead. I finally ended with, "At least your truck came back to life" and we were quiet. He tried to apologize but I honestly didn't want to hear it. He had pushed it too far for me this time.
Sunday was the worst day of all. During the day, I was beginning my new art project. I needed a lime for my still life and my Mom was going to take me to the store. I called Eli and asked him to bring over his camera. He said that he would. He then began to apologize for the night before and I told him that I really didn't want to hear that over the phone and wanted to hear it in person for once. He came over and was on his way to the store anyways and so I went on with him to the store to get my lime. We had to go to PepBoys first for him to get a horn for his truck. The entire time over there, he didn't speak to me at all. I didn't speak either. When we were done there, he asked if I was ever going to say anything. I told him that I didn't have anything to say. When we sat back in the truck, he said he was sorry about everything.
We then went to the store and I bought my lime. He didn't attempt to apologize again.
After all of this, I found out that Oreo has gotten a huge gasp on her back right leg. I could only think of what Eli had said the previous night. We had to take her to a pet emergency room and let her get cleaned up and have stiches. I was unable to go because I had church. When I dropped Eli's and my art supplies off at his house, I hurried back home to see Oreo. Even after the 2 hours she'd been gone, she still wasn't back from the hospital. She finally got home an hour later and she was completely drugged. She came in the door and ran into walls and the floor with her cone. She kept her leg up so she didn't have to apply pressure to it.
I talked to Eli via phone again that night and I asked him if he thought that we were going to make it through this one. He said that he believed so because we had gotten through worse things. He asked me and I replied, "You can cheat on me and lie to me but this time you took it way too far".
I don't know if we're going to make it through this one. I love him and I want to be with him, but I really don't know if I can take this. What he did was hurtful beyond repair and I really don't know whether to love him anymore.