Taste of the medicine

Yeah, I know. I would love some good meds about now. Something to make me relax and sleep like a baby. Those aren't the meds I'm talking about though.

Something interesting happened last night. My friend and I made plans to go to a wine bar in nearby town to hear a guy sing. We made the plans and confirmed them when she was at my place for girls night two nights ago. We even confirmed them at the pub later, in front of her boyfriend.

During our girls evening, we talked about our exes that we still think about. The good ones. While this friend spoke fondly about one of hers, she texted him. I had just received an email from one of mine that day too. They traded texts most of the evening and made plans to meet up yesterday afternoon since she had the day off work.

"Wow, that was fast," I said. "Oh, don't forget about our plans."

She looked at me and nodded. "I know."

I've watched her get angry, frustrated and cry over how her boyfriend disappears some nights. These are nights she assumed they had plans together but he goes MIA. I've written about these two. And I've listened to her moan and whine about it until she finally had a talk with him the other day.

She did the same thing to me. I texted her to confirm our plans early in the afternoon. No response. MIA. Sound familiar?

About an hour before his show was to start, I forwarded her the Facebook post from the singer. "You still in for our outing tonight?" I messaged her. "Should be home early."

Thirty minutes later she responded, "I'm still with my ex I texted the other night. Don't know if I'll be back by seven."

I thought about whether I should respond or ignore it and decided she needed to know she had a commitment that she blew off. "Oh. We had firm plans."

I saw her briefly later at the pub. She apologized and asked if I went anyway.

Honestly, it's not upsetting in the least. I expected this to happen, but I also thought she would let me know. If she had, I would have invited someone else to go with me like I'll do next time. That way I won't be around for her to cry on my shoulder the next time her boyfriend disappears.

Love to the single girls,
Addison