Today is my last full day here. Last night was a mess. We went to his friends room around 8:30 last night. I left at 10:30, alone. Hubby was going to finish his drink. 2 hours later he was still not back in the room, so I texted him quite a few times and called with no answer. Had I had not been in my nightgown I would have went to the room and dragged his ass back to our room. Instead I just stewed. He FINALLY came home. Wasted. And he was being a dick. I told him about it this morning and he didn’t remember ANY of it. Of course not! Who remembers anything after they have had a full bottle of whiskey.
He had to go do some work today in preparation for tomorrow. I went shopping while he was gone and bought myself a caramel frappuccino at Starbucks. When he came back from work, we went out to lunch. Now he s off at his friends room getting his computer ready for tomorrow. I told him not to take too long and not to blow me off like he did last night. He said he wouldn’t.
I have mixed feelings about being here. I have had some good times, but I haven’t gotten to spend as much time with my husband as I thought I would have. In theory, we had the whole weekend together. But then they got this brilliant idea to set up a meeting Monday morning before we leave, so…. he has been working off and on all weekend. If I am asked to come again, I think I am going to respectfully decline. Because in retrospect I probably would have been better off at home.
At least I can say I have been to Hawaii. I’m just not coming back when there is anything work related going on.
So my mood today is a bit somber. And probably wont be changing anytime soon. He is working in the morning tomorrow so I am in charge of checking out tomorrow and getting our luggage taken down to storage until he gets back from work. Which also means I will be spending time with the wife of the friend, who happens to be sick now, so she is just a joy to be around.
I’ll just be glad to get home.