Absolutely fuming. I went out for a massage straight after work tonight. It ended at 7.15 and I'd told my husband I'd be home by 8 at the latest. He was going on a night out but had to come home to collect our daughter because of my appointment (which was arranged about 4 weeks ago. His night out was arranged yesterday).
I'd already been asked twice yesterday what time I'd be home. "7.45, 8 ish at the latest".
I left the centre feeling brilliant and it just so happened a bus arrived straight away. As I was stepping off the bus at our home (7.29) I got a text asking "What's your eta?"
I couldn't believe it.
His explanation was that he wasn't hassling me to get home, he just wanted to know what time I'd be back so he could arrange a taxi because he'd checked the bus timetables and he'd have to wait till 8.05 for a bus. How awful! He couldn't bear arriving at the pub at 8.30? He couldn't wait till I got home to ring a taxi? (which normally takes 2-3 mins to arrive).
I am incredulous. And just a bit fucking angry.
Just had to get that off my chest.