it's happening.

i'm becoming the wifey of a businessman.

this weekend he has to go to chicago for a meeting to close a deal. this one doesn't bother me so much because i've known about it long enough to prepare for it. i even planned a slumber party with my girls and gays. i was/am actually looking forward to it because i don't hang out with my friends that often anymore for a number of reasons and it would be nice to catch up with everyone. shopping, hellloooo!!!

then, i was all happy because we had the thanksgiving talk and it went really well. even though he and his folks still aren't quite talking, he's gonna do thanksgiving breakfast with them per his little sister's request and spend the rest of the time with me and my family. *smiley face*

and then all this shit starts to happen

last night, he didn't leave work until almost 11 because of some major catastrophe just a few hours before something needed to be submitted. oh, i was not happy. i had the car so i had to go pick him up after i left work only to spend another 3 hours at his job with him telling me "it won't be that much longer" when we had dinner reservations, my feet were killing me, and i was hungry as fuck. when it was obvious he wasn't leaving anytime soon, i went back to campus and hung out at his sister's dorm with her and intensely weird roommate of hers for another 2 hours. i know it's his job and it's his ass on the line, but when work interferes with our personal lives, i have a problem with it.

this evening, when we got home from work, he laced me with OH-SO WONDERFUL!!! news: instead of having a *special* night out for my birthday, he will be in Detroit for another meeting with some big wigs to land another deal.

i think he was expecting me to hit him or yell at him because he had all that time in the car to tell me but he waited until we got home and he could get a significant amount of open space between us. and he had that stupid fake smile on his face that i absolutely abhor-- it's like, 'hi, i know you're gonna be really mad when you hear this, but if i smile and act like i'm not twisting a knife in your fragile little heart, it won't be as bad.' i was just a little shocked to learn i was gonna have 2 consecutive miserable birthdays, so all i could do was just look at him and walk away. i cried a little. but i'm a girl; crying is what i do best. i'm not really mad at him, but i'm definitely upset with the situation. this is exactly what i was afraid of and now it's all starting to happen.


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