Doug confuses the shit out of me sometimes…
Let’s take tonight for example. At 8:30pm this evening, Doug asked where I was because we usually game together when he gets home from work. I was packing up to drive home this evening because I can’t sleep on a cot again. My back and neck are protesting. There were a couple other reasons but that was the main one. So, I tell him… I’m packing to go home, like I mentioned earlier this afternoon. He gets really upset and refuses to speak. I’m dumbfounded. Completely. I’m sorry I won’t drop every thing to answer your summons, sir?
Okay, so, let’s review.
Doug, my friend, who is NOT my boyfriend or husband.
Gets upset with me because I want to be back in the comfort of my own home.
Gets upset because I won’t be there to play with him tonight.
One night out of all the others that I spend with him, regardless if it’s in person or from miles away.
Refuses to speak to me for the rest of the evening.
Okay. We’re all clear now, right?
I’m literally a mile from home, 4 hours later, when my phone goes off.
It’s Doug. Texting. Asking if I’m home yet. I tell him, I’m 10 minutes away (if that).
He says, “Well, I can’t stay awake any longer.”
I’m sitting here thinking, you’ve got to be kidding me! This is where I get confused… So, did he actually spend the last 4 hours waiting for me to get home because he wanted to spend time with me? Or did he simply wait up 4 hours just to deny me right as I’m getting home?
If I find out it’s the latter, I’m going to be livid that he has the audacity to play with someone’s emotions like that. If that was in fact what he was doing, then that tells me that he’s a nefarious, cruel asshole that gets off on making me feel like shit because HE KNOWS HOW I FEEL ABOUT HIM.
I really, sincerely hope that’s not the case. Obviously I’m silly enough to look past it. I know I shouldn’t. I should absolutely call him out on his bullshit should I have enough evidence to support that theory. But I can tell you this much, that’s exactly what it feels like.