He left right before 7PM yesterday. I asked him, more than once, to just text me a quick msg to let me know whether or not he’d be coming home. NOT A WORD. Nothing. All evening. All night. Yes, he may have passed out. I get it, it happens. But that’s not an excuse not to check in when he woke up this morning.
Not a word. All morning. We’re now into the afternoon and still nothing.
What a fucking asshole.
On a brighter note, me and K are getting past all the nonsense finally, slowly but surely, I think.