DH is either sweet or annoying...you decide
uggghhh...okay I guess it's more annoying.![]()
He was invited to hang out with his buddies at his friend's house to watch the NFL draft. I think he felt guilty that the 'girls' weren't invited and he wasn't really sure if he should go. I wanted him to go and have fun, so I stayed home and got stuff done. A little bummed that I had a whole week by myself because of spring break, and the one day we could spend together, he's not here. But whatever. He doesn't get times like this very often.
So he's been there since 2pm....and around 8:30 he calls and asks me when I want to pick him up. Yes, I drove him there so he could drink and have a good time and not have to drive. So I told him to tell me when he wants to be picked up. He says the guys are still playing cards, so maybe 10:30.
Half hour later, he calls again. 'What time are you picking me up?'![]()
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We go over it again. Clearly DH is drunk. And he keeps going on about how if I'm tired he doesn't want to keep me up, yada yada.....and that he doesn't want to piss me off. Um, which pissed me off. ![]()
15 minutes later, he calls AGAIN asking when I'm gonna pick him up. IDIOT.![]()
He says some gibberish about him being older than them and he doesn't need to be out all night like them...yada yada. And I just laugh at him- they're all married too and yeah he's one of the older ones but not by much!!!![]()
I tell him I want him to stay and have a good time...yet clearly he's feeling some guilt. Yeah his sensitive side shows when he's drunk.![]()
OH GOD get this- the phone just rang. I picked it up and said 'You've got to be kidding me!' And it wasn't Brett- it was his friend. He called me to tell me Brett wants to leave but they don't want him to leave so he said I should come over and have a drink and some London Broil.
Sorry for the rambling...I guess I'm leaving now.![]()
Suddenly the women are invited.![]()
He was invited to hang out with his buddies at his friend's house to watch the NFL draft. I think he felt guilty that the 'girls' weren't invited and he wasn't really sure if he should go. I wanted him to go and have fun, so I stayed home and got stuff done. A little bummed that I had a whole week by myself because of spring break, and the one day we could spend together, he's not here. But whatever. He doesn't get times like this very often.
So he's been there since 2pm....and around 8:30 he calls and asks me when I want to pick him up. Yes, I drove him there so he could drink and have a good time and not have to drive. So I told him to tell me when he wants to be picked up. He says the guys are still playing cards, so maybe 10:30.
Half hour later, he calls again. 'What time are you picking me up?'
15 minutes later, he calls AGAIN asking when I'm gonna pick him up. IDIOT.
OH GOD get this- the phone just rang. I picked it up and said 'You've got to be kidding me!' And it wasn't Brett- it was his friend. He called me to tell me Brett wants to leave but they don't want him to leave so he said I should come over and have a drink and some London Broil.
Sorry for the rambling...I guess I'm leaving now.
