A crap filled weekend complete with a wedding, a fight, no make up sex, and forgiveness
Let me first start by saying that I want to believe that my boyfriend is not a flake. I want to believe in him. For goodness sakes, he is my boyfriend. We have been together for a long time, and I hope someday to marry him and make cute little babies, but first I have to know that he will show up to OUR wedding.
Let me clarify.
Dave's good friend Lance and his girlfriend Ali (also a friend of Dave's) were set to get married on Saturday. (Well, they did get married, but Dave was not there.) Dave and I were invited, and we RSVP'ed that we would be there. I played the dutiful wife and went to the bridal shower and spent the afternoon with a whole bunch of women I didn't know (but was treated terrifically), did the shopping for the bride and groom, planned what to wear, and even signed the cards "love Rose and Dave." Day after day I reminded Dave that we had plans on the 29th of April. The week before the wedding I asked Dave to please find his black converse (being that my boyfriend does not own dress shoes). The day before the wedding I asked him if he had found them, and he had not. At the last minute I decided to let him wear shorts since it was going to be hot (and it would have worked perfectly since I had picked out gray shorts and a green button-up for him, and I had chosen a gray skirt and green button-up for myself). The morning of, I ask my dearly beloved when he wanted to get ready. He didn't know. He had volunteered himself to be home so that a guy could come look at our van and see what was wrong with it. (He had never mentioned that he had a wedding to go to.) I waited around to see if he would change his mind, and at 11:00 a.m. I decided that I could not wait anymore. (The wedding was to start at 1:00 p.m.)
At the last minute he decided that he didn't want to go. His excuse was that the van was top priority. He didn't want to call Lance and Ali and tell them that he didn't want to go to their wedding. He didn't tell me he was sorry until after I had already berated him for hours asking what the hell was wrong with him and why couldn't he say he was sorry. (And of course at that time it does not count.) He claims that he really did want to go, even though he never asked what time the wedding was or where it was being held, and took for granted that I knew how to get there.
I told him this: There is no excuse for making your girlfriend go to YOUR friend's wedding without YOU. He didn't even defend himself. But he spent the whole weekend acting like he did nothing wrong, and wanting to fool around when I was pissed at him. "But you are always talking about how we should fight, so we can have make-up sex," he says. I asked him, "Are you kidding?"
So I did sleep over on Saturday, but I did say, "Don't touch me."
Sunday came and I was still mad and went home so that I didn't have to play the "I'm mad and you know it but we're not going to talk about it" game. I started to get even more pissed off because he wouldn't call me and apologize or try to win my forgiveness.
So, I forgave him. Or at least that is what I am telling myself. I'm still mad. But I'm trying to be a better person and forgive and forget. Just see what happens if IT ever happens again.
Let me clarify.
Dave's good friend Lance and his girlfriend Ali (also a friend of Dave's) were set to get married on Saturday. (Well, they did get married, but Dave was not there.) Dave and I were invited, and we RSVP'ed that we would be there. I played the dutiful wife and went to the bridal shower and spent the afternoon with a whole bunch of women I didn't know (but was treated terrifically), did the shopping for the bride and groom, planned what to wear, and even signed the cards "love Rose and Dave." Day after day I reminded Dave that we had plans on the 29th of April. The week before the wedding I asked Dave to please find his black converse (being that my boyfriend does not own dress shoes). The day before the wedding I asked him if he had found them, and he had not. At the last minute I decided to let him wear shorts since it was going to be hot (and it would have worked perfectly since I had picked out gray shorts and a green button-up for him, and I had chosen a gray skirt and green button-up for myself). The morning of, I ask my dearly beloved when he wanted to get ready. He didn't know. He had volunteered himself to be home so that a guy could come look at our van and see what was wrong with it. (He had never mentioned that he had a wedding to go to.) I waited around to see if he would change his mind, and at 11:00 a.m. I decided that I could not wait anymore. (The wedding was to start at 1:00 p.m.)
At the last minute he decided that he didn't want to go. His excuse was that the van was top priority. He didn't want to call Lance and Ali and tell them that he didn't want to go to their wedding. He didn't tell me he was sorry until after I had already berated him for hours asking what the hell was wrong with him and why couldn't he say he was sorry. (And of course at that time it does not count.) He claims that he really did want to go, even though he never asked what time the wedding was or where it was being held, and took for granted that I knew how to get there.
I told him this: There is no excuse for making your girlfriend go to YOUR friend's wedding without YOU. He didn't even defend himself. But he spent the whole weekend acting like he did nothing wrong, and wanting to fool around when I was pissed at him. "But you are always talking about how we should fight, so we can have make-up sex," he says. I asked him, "Are you kidding?"
So I did sleep over on Saturday, but I did say, "Don't touch me."
Sunday came and I was still mad and went home so that I didn't have to play the "I'm mad and you know it but we're not going to talk about it" game. I started to get even more pissed off because he wouldn't call me and apologize or try to win my forgiveness.
So, I forgave him. Or at least that is what I am telling myself. I'm still mad. But I'm trying to be a better person and forgive and forget. Just see what happens if IT ever happens again.