DH went out tonight. They went out really early and he got a lift there with a friend.
It’s Friday night and I really fancied some wine, I’ve not had a drink all week and been working super hard, but I said I’d pick him up to save him waiting around on taxis.
Twice before he left, I said to him that if he wasn’t going to need a lift, could he PLEASE let me know, so that I could get my jammies on and have some wine. He promised he would.
Yes, you’ve guessed it, he didn’t bother. Got a lift home with someone and the first I know if it is when he comes through the door. I’m sitting there with my clothes on and a glass of water.
I know it’s probably trivial, but I’m so cross. It would have taken two seconds to text me from the restaurant and tell me I’m stood down from being his taxi.
He wants to carry on the night, but I’m not going to start drinking at 830pm when I’m up at the crack of dawn tomorrow for work. If he’d let me know at 630pm it would be a different story.
I know it’s a small thing but I feel like there’s been zero consideration for me.