Inconsiderate Jackass
Tom loves to do little innocuous things to remind me that he's a jerk. He's not intentionally a jerk, he's a jerk in kind of a passive aggressive way. Today he called at 12:45. Do I want to run errands after he does a few things at his house? Sure. At 4:00 he still wasn't here and wouldn't answer the phone at his house or at work or answer the cellphone.

Tom knows that my number one fear in life due to past experiences is not being able to locate someone when I think I should know where they are. He knew that I would freak the f*&k out if he didn't show up or contact me by, say, 2 hours past the initial contact and agreeance to go do stuff. So by the time I got in touch with him at 4 I was sobbing and had had multiple nightmarish fantasies of him being dead.


You know what he'd done? Unplugged the phone. Plugged it back in around 4 when I finally reached him. Jackass. Hope he enjoyed the flashbacks he put me through today. And then, of course, he shows up apologizing and all the horrible feelings and emotions that I went through today because of his being inconsiderate are supposed to just go away. They don't, of course.


And now what do I do? If I continue to be in the foul mood that is a direct result of his actions, I become the bad guy. But I just don't feel like being happy right now. It's just more proof that I can never win. I wish I could just fold up and go away.