Fight worth remembering

Johnson and I had a fight on Monday. Sometimes I think he's too much of a gentleman to even be angry at me. Because he just let it go. When I'm being a bitch he just stays quiet and lets me blow a fuse then we get on with whatever it is that we're doing. I think that's love. Or am I just that stupid for him not to even bother?

I don't know. Went to pick me up at uni at 4pm. Now I have a couple of tutorials on Mondays and I don't finish til 6pm. But since my being-so-needy-I-just-have-to-see-my-boyfriend persona is dying to get out, I miss my tutes just so we can grab something to eat together. The man started work at 6am and didn't finish til about two-thirty so I was guessing he was famished.

As soon as I got in the car though, he started blabbering on about how long a day it had been and how he was tired and just wanted to sleep. He didn't even say hello. I know it was a minor thing but didn't he know that I was skipping classes for him?

It didn't stop there. He kept going on and on about how hard he had to work. After a few minutes he grew a conscience. He felt bad for leaving early. He usually does a 13-hour shift a day for five days straight. On Monday he only did about nine. He went on for another good twenty minutes how the staff needed him and that he should've stayed.

I was sitting on the passenger seat just looking at him tuning him out. I no longer work there so I don't really care if the bitches were one man short.

So I tuned out.

"Nikki, are you listening to me?"

"Yeah, I am. Are you hungry? I'm hungry. Let's get something to eat."

That was the end of it - or so I thought. All throughout the meal, he sighed and rolled his eyes and winged about going home early. I love the guy but I don't adore him to let myself be abused by his wingeing and his eye-rolling and his sighing. So I told him to quit it.

"It's nice to have an afternoon off once in a while. You've been stuck there all day."

He did try to quit his moaning and groaning until he remembered that he wanted to get promoted and he needed to suck up to the supervisor. He started again.

I couldn't help rolling my eyes. I know. It was childish but it's like being forced to watch CNN.

After a half hour more of it, I asked if I could be dropped off at home. That's when he got nasty.

"You're not coming over? Why did I leave work for?"

Sweet. Can't get enough of that, really.

I left the car and walked towards my house. I heard him drove off. Usually he waits for me to get in the house before he leaves, but he just left. I knew he was mad but he didn't say anything.

Yesterday, he was silent. Literally. I didn't hear anything from him. Didn't message nor call. I didn't message him either. Nor call.

This morning, he must've woken up on the right side of the bed because I got this message:

Hey babe, I didn't finish work last night til 3am. I'm on my way to work now. I start at 1.

That man has serious stress problems. That's why I'm taking him to Brisbane on Friday so we can relax at a hotel and just not worry about anything for a whole day. Have yet to talk to him about that - but he pretty much doesn't have a choice anyway.

Just a thought


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