Here I am on a Friday night. Alone. I had free tickets to some weird burlesque cinema/show thingy but apparently it's ok for boyfriends to forget and not come home after work. There I sit thinking maybe he's gone out for a few drinks with his workfriends, be nice to be in the know as I haven't eaten yet. .........Hours later...my god is he alright? Txt away.....Oh yeah out with mates on the lash gonna be late but I'll have to ring you to let me in!
What. the. fuck! Now don't get me wrong boyfriends should have man dates and nights out just let girlfriends know so she can arrange something other than staring at youtube all night long!!! He'll say I was invited (out of guilt) and knowing full well I have no idea how to get to said place or to get ready in 2 seconds (I am a lady at least a shower would be have to be taken!) Sure maybe I am being overdramatic??! If I behaved liked that watch the flames!!! I slaved to get a flat viewing for tomorrow morning and how much I wager on him not getting in till 6am. If this happens the guilt dictation of me having to take responsibilty and i cannot go back to dorset for my study week is all back on the cards! Now I am going to consume every last bit of food that graces the one mangy shelf in the fridge!
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