I am really upset with you tonight.
When you told me you’d leave at six so I could be home for my Enrichment party, I really thought you would be. The Enrichment party I was in charge of, the party I planned, the party I’ve been working on for the past three months. The party I was supposed to help set up for (at 6:00, but I said I could be a few minutes late), the party I was supposed to bring dessert for. The party to celebrate the birthday of Relief Society.
When you walked through the door at 7:05 and shrugged at me with a nonchalant shrug and a casual “Sorry”, you may as well have punched me in the stomach. You acted like it was no big deal to come home almost an hour late, and then you yelled at me because I was angry. Of course I was angry, because by that time, the event was already in progress. Halfway over, and I still had to run to the store for last-minute emergency desserts (thank you, Anthony, for taking exactly one bite out of 36 cookies). I showed up at the church at 7:25, and they were wrapping things up. Tables were starting to come down, and the guests were milling around and saying their goodbyes.
And I had missed the whole thing.
You were late and you didn’t seem to care, and that really hurt my feelings. Tonight was a big deal for me, and YOU made me miss it. Because you were shooting the breeze with your former co-workers. Because you went to turn in your resignation and you let yourself get caught up in the lies and manipulation you’ve been fighting for the past six months. Because you needed almost two hours to sign the “I quit” form and say your goodbyes to the six other people who work there.
I’m frustrated and I’m sad and I’m hurt. Hurt that you didn’t care more about me and all the work I put into tonight’s celebration, sad that I had to miss it, and frustrated that you think I was out of line to be upset.
This post is brought to you by the letter D (doghouse).