Really fucking fed up. I know this sounds petty but....am fuming.
Dp and I had decided to have a takeaway and a bottle of wine tonight as ds was eating at his grandparents'. I had a work do but said I would be back by 8pm so we could order and eat together. Got a text from him at 5.45 saying he was having a pint after work but would be back by 8 as agreed. I left my work do (and some really delicious cocktails!) at 6.30 to pick up ds and get home in time.
He sent me a text at 7ish saying he knew he was a dick but was having another pint and would be back by 9. He is still not home now.
I just feel like a fucking mug. I was in the pub having a nice time too, but I left in time because I'd taken our arrangement seriously. I feel as if he just thought, 'ah fuck it, who cares?' I know a takeaway and a bottle isn't exactly a mindblowingly exciting invite but we are short on cash and...we'll, tbh he was out on Monday night and is also planning to be out tomorrow, so...
I was previously married to an alcoholic who used to disappear for entire weekends on benders, so maybe I'm super sensitive to this kind of thing but I just feel like an absolute mug for believing he'd actually be home on time. Grrrrrrr.