Went to dinner. Was miserable. I managed to put on a good face, but I think they could tell something wasn't right.
Before leaving, I zoned out on Pinterest for a while looking for birthday party ideas for D. I left my phone in the car and didn't care about it. When I finally went to the car to leave, I found 4 missed texts from H, progressively getting more perturbed.
H: Eta? Food? :::30 minutes::: H: U comin :::2 minutes::: H: They asking for ya :::15 minutes::: M: Coming H: If you're not coming say so. F*ck. H: Oh ok. M: I'm coming. M: Hey. You literally disappeared for hours or days at a time without letting me know a G*d damned thing. I will be there when I am f*cking ready. H: Don't say you're coming then be late. M: You said you told em I'd be as late as 7 ::: 3 minutes later::: H: Ok.
I lied to our friends. Told them I was working on my thesis. I left before H because D was tired and H needed to drive his friend home (his wife also left early with their son). H walked me out to move the car seat from his car to mine.
H: So you finished your thesis. M: No. H: I thought you said you did. M: I lied. Nothing's done. H: So what were you doing? M: I was... um... getting my head straight.
At this point he looked like he was going to throw up.
H: Well, I guess I'm going to stay with friend and have another brew and take him home. I'll see you later. M: K.
And I left.
I got a sick satisfaction out of seeing him look so miserable.
