Damn, forgot about the auto-anon once you'd anon'd before!
So this weekend has just been a massive fail. I move out of this flat next Friday and I've got nearly no packing done. My friend texted me Friday asking if I was around for a drink last night so I said yes, I texted her yesterday afternoon asking if she was still up for going out and she said yes, then I heard nothing else.
My ex who I'm living with until next Friday went out last night at 6pm, he said he'd be out until midnight at the latest, he's still not home. His phone ran out of battery some time before 1am so I spent the entire night - until 6:30am where I passed out from crying - sobbing in my bed because I couldn't get hold of him and kept having panic attacks. I'm so tired now and have a cracking headache. He knew that I was waiting for him to come home last night AND he knew that today was the last opportunity we'd have to lay in with each other and get the place sorted. Did he care? Did he ****. "Oh I'm sorry I got too drunk I didn't mean to, then my lift decided that he wasn't coming back," I knew this would happen. Every ****ing time I've asked him over the last five years to be back for something the next day he's gone out and come back too late to do it. Family functions, birthday parties, planned ahead shopping trips. A big bone of contention in our relationship was my reluctance when he said he was going out to things like this - and he wonders why? Because he ****s all over me when he does. He thinks only of himself.