Scotty Doesn't Know.... or I don't Know????

Scotty's disappeared... once again.

We were supposed to see each other last night but his best mate just flew in from Ireland and he said he really wanted to see him. Obviously, I understood... and every so often a cozy weekend wrapped up in my dressing gown that has hot pink writing on the back that reads, 'Bite Me...' and watching rom-coms with pot noodle and a face mask on is wondrous. I even painted my toes with my new O.P.I purchase.

But here's the thing... 

Every time he makes plans with this guy he gets buggered around. His friend confirms their plans but then won't answer his phone when Scotty's on his way to meet him.

Apparently the same thing happened last night after another crazy run-in with Scotty's ex-girlfriend.

How weird is this.... his ex not only lives a stone throw away from him but is now also house-sitting Scotty's auntie's place. He claims he didn't know that and so when he went there yesterday to get some soil and fertilizer, he bumped into her and she went bat shit crazy on him. 

When he greeted her she backed away with her hands up and started asking him what he thinks he's doing there.... as though she was frightened of him! It's his auntie's place for goodness sake!?? So he phoned me and had a good old rant about that.

But that's not even the point on the post today...

When Scotty didn't hear back from his pal, he went down to the pub anyway. Let me just add here that we had plans ALL week long to have a cuddly Friday night in together to try and reconnect.... but no. Now he was out to drink even without his friend. What bullshit is that??? 

Whatever though.. I enjoyed a bottle of Merlot on my sofa, in my dressing gown as intended..... and today I have a marvelous headache to prove it...

Scotty is an early bird, even if he's had a mad night boozing it up... but today, I've not heard a peep from him. He always call me in the mornings. 

I sent him a cold message at about 11pm that just read, 'Good night.' I was upset. He always does this to me... goes out drinking over the weekend and forgets about me. I'm sick of it. He's never not contacted me the next morning though.... so now I don't know if he was caught drinking and driving and spent the night in jail... or is just passed out nursing a mean hangover... or maybe even went home with a girl??? All these thoughts are rolling around in my head and I just don't know what to do. 

I suppose I could call him.... but I can be a stubborn little nightmare. 

I just don't want to be waiting around and staring at my phone all day, but I still refuse to contact him first..... relationships are all just one big mind game... aren't they???