Push

October 20th, 2003

First it was, “I’m leaving on the 29th. I’ll stay and help you move and then go and you can have the rest of the week off in your new place.”

Great. Wonderful. Perfect.

Then I get a call. “Actually, I think I’ll work a week longer, and leave on the 31st.” The 31st is friday. The 29th is wednesday. Wednesday is a better day for him to leave than friday is, because it is sooner. But whatever. “I can help you clean the old place and get settled into the new place.” Er. Okay. Sure. I agree, because this is the last time I’ll be seeing him.

So today he comes home. “Do you have guest parking at your new place?”

“No.”

“Street parking?”

“Not really.”

“Because I was thinking I’d stay a few days longer.”

Oh. You see I don’t need for this to drag out longer that it already has. I’ve already had my life stuck in neutral for far too long. This has to end. He has to face it. He’s coming up with excuse after excuse to stay longer.

“There’s a game Sunday night. Some of the guys from work wanted to go.” Sure. A game. There are games all the time here. Aside from the two baseball games we went to, he hasn’t been to any others. Guys from work. Yeah, the ones you don’t go out with. At all?

Needless to say, I’m rather irritated by this.