DP spent the day with his friend today, so I called him in the afternoon asking if he was going to be home for dinner, or if I should just pick up something we could both eat separately He said he'd be back to eat with me, and I specified that being home for dinner was being through the door between 6 and 7pm and to call me when he knew when. He said that was fine, this was at 2.30 so he would still have 2.5 hours with his friend before he had to leave to come home.
So I went and spent a bit more money on dinner than usual, was really looking forward to it and it's really what I fancy for dinner tonight. When I got home I had a nap, then at 6.30 got woken up by DP saying "I'm still at my friends house but I''ll be leaving soon". I'm furious, I asked if he was going to do this and he said no.
At 7.10 he calls me and says he'll be home in an hour, which isn't true he's two hours and three buses away at best. I tell him everything above, that I asked if he would be home for dinner and he said yes, and that I'm hungry and have put off eating so I didn't fill up and spoil dinner. That there was several points in the day he could have called and told me that he wouldn't be home, but he didn't. He could even have told me right there this afternoon that he was going to stay late and I wouldn't have given a flying fuck, he could have stayed there all night if I knew what was going on. It's all I ever ask from him, keep in touch, keep me in the loop
He just doesn't get it. He never fucking gets it, he lives in his own little world of "it'll all be all right just chill out" never understanding why I'm getting a bit pissed off if we're running late and he's pissing about. Because I'm the reason everything runs on time and works out. If we left it all to him it'd be a massive pile of shit and nothing would ever get done.
So AIBU to tell him to fuck off, make his own fucking dinner and leave me the fuck alone tonight? I'm already pissed off with him about something that happened yesterday, and this special dinner was partly to put that to one side and forget about it. Now I'm just doubly pissed off.
*and if I'm not being unreasonable, does anyone want to come over for dinner? The reason it's so special is there's chocolate fondants, ice cream and strawberrys for afters.