I usually spend most of Saturday with DP, and I love it because he usually has loads to do and doesn't stop for the night until about ten, so we end up staying up late just to spend time together.
Today he spent the day with his son (who pops in and out all weekend, he doesn't not spend time with him normally, but they don't usually go out all day. Anyway, they went on some sort of adventure trail with other lads and dads, had a great time etc etc. Anyway, I was looking forward to him coming back, they were an hour later than they'd said, and when he got back and I went over to his house, my brother was ensconsed on the couch showing no signs of moving, and DP's son was still there, also welded to the couch.
I sat down for a bit, asked quietly what the plans were, and DP was a bit non-commital, "stuff to do here" etc. I kind of muttered what was the point of me going over if I wasn't going to see him properly and that I may as well go back home and see him when he was ready. I sort of grumbled out of the house (my bro and dss were busy nattering and didn't hear anything) and stalked off. I'm sitting on my own at home watching Breakfast At Tiffany's and kind of hoping he'll ring or come over but I'm nearly at the end of the movie and he hasn't chased me to say how deeply wrong he was not to give me his undivided attention...I am BU aren't I? But I just wanted to see him without everyone else and I've missed him all day and I think I have PMT and want to cry pathetically. My kids are off at the ex's and I'm on my own and feeling crap. Unless I can snap out of this then Saturday Night Kid-Free Madness together is going to start a bit frostily...
Come and slap me then, I can take it! What am supposed to do now? Wait it out and pretend I'm not bothered? Or ring and be cheery or what? I'm not normally given to sulking...