please no, not again…

Rob called me at 6:30pm to say he worked a 12 hour day and he would be home in 45 minutes. Its not 9:15pm and still no word. He won’t answer his phone. Only one place he could be… Drinking with his new friends. I said one more chance, didn’t I? I’m home sick because I just got my wisdom teeth out. I’ve been conked out on tylenol threes all day. Maybe I’ll stay until I get promoted at work, then pack my bags. This has been building up, I knew hed fuck up soon. Just so happened that it was today. Nothing I can do really. Nothing but wait. But this is it for me. No more. I’m either leaving tomorrow, or once I have money. Maybe next paycheck? I’m not sure. God help him, what a sad life…