Who doesn't love it when the can do no wronger (bwahhh hahahahahhaha- ME??) does wrong? Therefore, even though Cullen won't read this and I would never tell him I blogged it, I'll tell you anyway.
Last night I sucked. I went out to dinner with Suzanne at Red Lobster- I picked her up and dropped her off since she still can't drive. I got to her house at 5:30, we got to Red Lobster at 6, and before I freaking knew it, it was 8:50.
Does that sound like a big deal?
Well, in this house it is.
I had intended on being home before 8pm, to start things off. I never put a time on it, but I said I was going early to get home early. I don't drink, especially when I'm out because I would hate to put everyone around me and my own family in jeopardy by doing that, so it wasn't like I was out pounding some drinks down. No, we were just talking. But I didn't check the time and I didn't call to tell Cullen that I was safe and was just still out gabbing. That might have helped.
I completely misunderstood what he had said earlier. What I thought he'd said was that Shawn (his brother, whose night it was to babysit Jane) might have to leave early to drop Jade off so if he needed someone to go stay with Jane til Mike got home (which we never do- we never stay til he gets home, but whatever).....so I should have been checking my phone for THAT phone call anyway, which I just didn't do. Even worse was that (he SAYS) he was supposed to go over there, period, and Shawn wasn't there at all. So he had to call his mom every half hour and explain that I still wasn't there (sketchy on this part because she hates babysitters, but does love to see her kids. We were just there Monday night also). But even if he was exaggerating (he was), I have to take it, because I didn't check my phone at all, and completely didn't consider that he might have to go somewhere at some point.
If you followed all that, you will also see a discrepancy in the fact that he apparently thought he was going to his moms EARLY, and yet heard me say I was going out with Suzanne, but whatever.
So I get in the car, drive Suzanne home, and by this time, knew I was in trouble before I even looked at the phone. I finally looked. NINE calls from Cullen. Ruh Roh!
He wouldn't answer when I started phone stalking him back, and finally text: Just so you know, I'm fucking pissed.
And I suppose I would have been also. So there. I was properly sorry. Still not fully forgiven.
Isn't it kinda funny? The worst thing I do is go out to eat for a few hours without checking in. :) I still pretty much rock.
Oh, then there was the moment when he said "and how would I know you were even out with SUZANNE?" meaning I could have been out with my boyfriend and he wouldn't have known since I didn't answer the phone for hours- which, by the way- IS totally irritating. There you have it. Just so you hear the same excuses he did, I just had no idea so much time had passed, and I should always have my phone IN HAND in case he calls (sarcasm! Bad Nicki!). Next time, I'll be more careful, I promise. No forgive me already!
In the next segment of this, shall we examine how often the best chance we have for Complete Honesty is during a fight, when you're mad or defensive and ready to spit out "the truth"? It's true, but I'll have to explore that more later because I have kids here now. What do you think?
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