So my husband is getting a new job, moving to a new company along with his former boss. As a way of saying goodbye to the rest of the group his boss was holding a bbq tonight. Thursday nights is a late night for my husband anyways, where hes usually home around 7:30. He told me he would be a bit later than normal but not too late. Fine, no biggie at all.
On top of this my son spent last night at my moms and it was an understanding my husband would pick him up on the way home. So tonight I head off to work, get home arounf 8:30 and no sign. Thats fine, I expected him home around 9 or so. 9pm rolls around though, and my mom calls me. She lives 45 minutes away, mind you, and wants to know where hubby is to pick up my son.I have no clue. I figured my son would have been picked up by now. I cant call him as he forgot his cell phone at home, and I dont know his bosses number, but Im not too worried yet. I ask her to call me in 30 minutes if he hasnt shown up by then.
9:30 rolls around she calls, says no word from hubby and my son is getting very tired. His bedtime is 8:30. So now I start to feel that little worm of fear crawl across my stomache. I knew he was going to be late, but I wasnt under the impression a bbq would last past 9:30.
It's now 10pm and I finally get a call. Its my husband, hes at my moms house, and she must have told him I was worrying since I had no word from him. He's now pissed off at me because he told me he was going to be a little bit late. I replied that I guess his definition of a little bit late and mine are different. Alittle bit late says in my mind an hour or so. Not 3+ hours as it is still going to take him 45 minutes to get from my moms.
I am not so pissed at the fact hes later than I thought he would be. If he wanted to be out later I could have cared less and made arrangments to get my son myself. What Im pissed beyond measure right now though, is the fact that he never defined his idea of "late" and is pissed off at me for worrying. He even threw in the comment that maybe he shouldnt go out anymore. Now cmon guys. How fuc[b][/b]king hard is it to tell your wife how late you're going to be, esp when you have the responsibility of getting your son, or to drop a simple phonecall? And why is it that people feel the need to lash out at a person for worrying about them with no word? I wasnt rude, I didnt yell,curse, or talk cold. I was just relieved to hear his voice but I barely had a chance to say a word before he bombarded me with this defensive crap.
ok Im done venting. Im going to go have a ciggerette and hopefully some neighbor will walk by and make a comment