Information is emerging, via female partner of other friends at DPs' boys night in, of the details of the evening/night/morning, and why none of them were in any kind of fit state for the rest of the weekend.
Why DP couldn't just say what had gone on, and he was exhausted and sorry he was being shit, rather than totally ignoring me for an entire weekend and causing ConcertGate? Gives me the RAGE. This happens a lot. I spend the weekend wondering how bad it would be if we split up, working out what sort of flat I could afford on my own, etc...
He is being noncommittal about paying for DS go to Paris with his choir. I think it is an unmissable experience he's unlikely ever to get the chance to do again, so even if it bankrupts me I shall be taking him.
Another one for the 'reconsideration bench' at the moment.