This is the quote from Sex and the City that popped into my mind Saturday night. Here's how it went down with Pete.
He was supposed to pick me up from the airport last Tuesday. All this time I've been gone it's been all this talk about how much he missed me and couldn't wait to see me. Then, a week before, he canceled because he had to help his best friend move. If this were an isolated incident, I'd be disappointed, but it wouldn't be a big deal. It's a good reason. The problem is, it's typical Pete, never following through with plans.
He called me in the middle of the night Wednesday. I was stupid and answered, and he tried to convince me to come over. Right. That wasn't going to happen. He called me Thursday and Friday nights, too, and I ignored him. I wasn't going to talk to him unless he called me at normal hours.
Finally he called me Saturday afternoon, and I told him it would really help me if I could spend the night at his place that night. I was going to DC's, and it would be a 2 hour drive back to my parents', but only an hour to the city. He had plans to be at his brother's in the suburbs earlier in the evening but said he'd definitely be home in time. He also mentioned how much he was looking forward to seeing me and that it just wouldn't be right for me to be in town and not see each other.
I left DC's a little before 1:00 and texted to let him know I was on my way. His response? He was too drunk to drive and staying at his brother's. My response?
"Seriously? Pete, I am so done with you. Now I have to drive 2 hours home. Seriously. The end. Done."
I said something else about not even knowing how to get home from there (which I didn't), and it was nice to know how important I was to him.
So I got home a little after 3:00. And my GPS took me through some scary towns. Luckily, my anger kept me awake, so I was okay to drive. I was SO mad. Yes, it was responsible of him to not drive. But why did he get that drunk in the first place when he knew he had plans? Once again, it was typical Pete, and I really have had enough. Actions speak louder than words. He's all talk about how much he cares, but his actions NEVER back it up. It's like it's all a game to him. Well, I've had enough. I really am done. Unless he takes drastic action (like getting on a plane to Phoenix or something), his words won't mean anything.
He was supposed to pick me up from the airport last Tuesday. All this time I've been gone it's been all this talk about how much he missed me and couldn't wait to see me. Then, a week before, he canceled because he had to help his best friend move. If this were an isolated incident, I'd be disappointed, but it wouldn't be a big deal. It's a good reason. The problem is, it's typical Pete, never following through with plans.
He called me in the middle of the night Wednesday. I was stupid and answered, and he tried to convince me to come over. Right. That wasn't going to happen. He called me Thursday and Friday nights, too, and I ignored him. I wasn't going to talk to him unless he called me at normal hours.
Finally he called me Saturday afternoon, and I told him it would really help me if I could spend the night at his place that night. I was going to DC's, and it would be a 2 hour drive back to my parents', but only an hour to the city. He had plans to be at his brother's in the suburbs earlier in the evening but said he'd definitely be home in time. He also mentioned how much he was looking forward to seeing me and that it just wouldn't be right for me to be in town and not see each other.
I left DC's a little before 1:00 and texted to let him know I was on my way. His response? He was too drunk to drive and staying at his brother's. My response?
"Seriously? Pete, I am so done with you. Now I have to drive 2 hours home. Seriously. The end. Done."
I said something else about not even knowing how to get home from there (which I didn't), and it was nice to know how important I was to him.
So I got home a little after 3:00. And my GPS took me through some scary towns. Luckily, my anger kept me awake, so I was okay to drive. I was SO mad. Yes, it was responsible of him to not drive. But why did he get that drunk in the first place when he knew he had plans? Once again, it was typical Pete, and I really have had enough. Actions speak louder than words. He's all talk about how much he cares, but his actions NEVER back it up. It's like it's all a game to him. Well, I've had enough. I really am done. Unless he takes drastic action (like getting on a plane to Phoenix or something), his words won't mean anything.
Comments