what was supposed to be a quick drink and a song or two has turned into six hours at a concert with the boys...
while I'm at home with the baby...
when our relationship is at an extremely fragile juncture...
when we JUST HAD this fight three days ago...
when I'm feeling a bit insecure about this whole gig and he knows it...
bad move.
there's no way in hell I'm marrying someone so hell bent on acting like a bachelor.
I am soooo not the wait at home with the baby while her man parties type.
I'm half tempted to be gone before he gets home...only thing stopping me (in this as in all things) is the sleeping baby.
I'm over the arguing bit. I'm done with drama. I'm not gonna fight.
it was just a really bad fucking move.
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