Okay, some background first...
Been married almost twenty years but like to play. Found a sugar baby, this was almost two years ago. After a couple of months getting to know each other and going out on a few dates we entered into an SB/SD arrangement. We never really set serious ground rules because we had gotten to know each other and we are both pretty chill. She's a single mom and was in graduate school when we started and she had no desire (or the time) for a relationship or any drama. It was basically the stereotypical SB/SD arrangement and it worked out great.
Once things got rolling we met up on average three to five times a month. It really was the perfect set up because we were both mature enough not to get all clingy or upset if the other had to cancel. There were times when one of us was either too busy to meet or our schedules didn't sync up. "Is Thur good?" "Yes, see you then." Thursday rolls around "Sorry, can't meet today, next week okay?" "Yeah, not a problem." No drama, no angry protests, no veiled threats, nothing. Totally chill.
I can't stress enough how perfect the arrangement was. We completely left each other alone until it was time to meet. Neither of us even thought about dropping the L-Bomb. I never once pined over her or even remotely entertained the idea of leaving my wife for her. She never tried to push me into being a father-figure for her kid. I had surgery earlier this year and she kept her space while I recovered and didn't expect an allowance.
The troubles started a month ago. We agreed to meet on a Friday at 11am. She completely blew me off and didn't answer my texts. Not a big deal. I was a little pissed but I have far too much to lose by pushing the issue and dealing with an angry mistress. I let it go. Sure enough, the next week rolls around and she reaches out to me to meet. Same thing as the week before, totally blew me off. The week after that I reached out to her very casually, "Haven't heard from you in a while, hope everything is okay." Tried again an hour or so later and left it open-ended, "Let me know if you need your computer fixed." (Our code to meet.) Another week goes by with no contact so I reach out again (This was Friday, a few days ago), "Everything okay? Why have you been ignoring me?" An hour goes by and I text "Maybe you're not getting these texts or something" and I call (something extremely rare so she always picks up) and it goes straight to voicemail. Call again a few minutes later and again, straight to voicemail. Her phone is glued to her hand during waking hours so I know she saw my calls.
At this point I know it is over, I can take a hint. I knew this day would come eventually but I just feel so shitty about the way it ended. Based on what I thought I knew about her, I always thought that our arrangement would end with a conversation, not in this childish manner.
I'm also super pissed at myself for taking it so damned hard. It's not like I was in love with her, there were times when I entertained the idea of finding a new, hotter sugar baby like the pig that I am, lol. I feel like a fucking teenager whose girlfriend dumped him out of the blue. It's stupid and I hate it.
What I am *not* going to do, what I would never do is push the issue and stalk her like Woody Harelson's character in True Detective, show up to her place drunk and beat the shit out of the guy she is fucking in my place. Since I'm not going this route, I'm stuck feeling shitty and pissed. I'm pissed because the sex was great and I've lost the unicorn of all sugar babies.
At least now my finances have opened up so I can start seeing more of the lovely ladies here on this site with more frequency. I enjoy it but its not the same as seeing a sugar baby, one that you can get to know and have a more personal connection with.
Sorry for the long post, I needed to rant and hopefully get some advice.
Questions? Thoughts? Can anyone relate?