Sep 09, 2006 14:27
Drama and a half last night.
My best mate from home is going to see Robbie tonight in Leeds, so I said he and his girlfriend could kip in my house, even given them my bed. And they came up yesterday so we could go out, the three of us plus my one housemate who wasn't busy. I was dead nervous about them meeting cos I had an awful feeling they wouldn't get on very well. How right I was!
It was all going good, we were at my house drinking and everyone was getting on then we headed out towards the club. On the way my housemate got really upset about something and said she wanted to go home. She didn't expect us to go with her or anything, she just didn't feel like a night out.
My best mate took offence to this, there was much shouting on all sides, I told someone certain things I wish I hadn't and we got split up.
When we found each other, my best mate's girlfriend's handbag had been stolen and more arguments kicked off. Then my best mate hit me, so my housemate jumped to my defence and started shouting at him, only to be hit by his girlfriend, and lots more shouting and crying ensued.
The police came and the pair of them went off to make statements and me and my housemate came home, leaving them with a key to get in.
This morning she has acted like nothing ever happened and he is blanking me completely. No apology, no anything. He just left the house without saying a word to me, still expecting to come home after the gig and sleep in my bed. And I'll let them cos I'm a fucking pushover.
When someone has given up their bed for you, someone who you hit hard across the face the night before, you should at least look them in the eye the next morning. Way out of order.