Bad Bad Weekend

My would-be Palawan vacation this coming thursday is already ruined because of the many misacts and lies that I had to tolerate since friday of last week.

My patience was put into so much tests and I could no longer take any more of it. This is the first time that I felt sort of abused already and I even asked myself what might have I done for this person to treat me that way. To give you an idea, I’ll share with you bits and pieces of my weekend story:

Friday night: I was having dinner with friends. He was texting me telling me he’ll drop by my house later that night (he was still practicing drums with officemates). Told him he could pick me up from trinoma instead since me and my friends would probably be spending some more time for coffee. He said he can’t. I asked why, no answer. However, when coffee was finished he called me up, telling me he was picking me up and we could spend some time at bk chillin’. We were in the car already when his phone rang. Overheard him saying “sige sunod ako.” I wouldn’t have reacted to that, but the next thing I knew, we were pulling over in front of my house. Get it? He just brought me home, cancelling our bk plan without a single word even just for the mere sake of “hey for your info, I’m cancelling our plans.”

Deep breath… Deep breath… When he realized my face wasn’t as friendly as it normally looks, he sensed the problem. However, he was able to lure me with his lambing so I ended up telling him “enjoy the night and just text me you got home” before kissing him goodbye, silently reminding myself that he needs to spend time with his friends and I shouldn’t feel bad about it.

Saturday: The “goodmorning” call went quite late given his previous nights’ gimmick. He said they’ll have another round of practice today. Lunchtime, he called me up again saying they’re done practicing. Mid afternoon, I phoned him just to ask if he’s back home already. Guess what he told me… “we’re going to quezon, road trip”. Take note, he said it wasn’t planned, just barkada trip “biglaan.” I went blank… It was almost 3pm, they’re going to quezon (same friends he was with last night), probably arrive there almost night time, have some drinks, sleep, then go to the beach sunday late morning until afternoon… So what happened to last week’s plan of us going to spa together on Sunday???

Told him not to go anymore, he didn’t listen. Assured me we’re still pushing through with Sunday plans…

Sunday: Lunchtime he texted me, said we’ll probably have to adjust the spa appointment a little later than what we originally planned. Fine with me… At 5 I was expecting him to be on his way back to manila. At 6, his text message was: “paalis pa lang kami“… Me, was a little hysteric, “nananadya ka?”.

11pm, was about to sleep already, in my worst mood ever… My phone rang, it was him. Said he’s outside, was even insisting we push through with plans of going to spa and dine out, this time much much sweeter, he knew I was burning. I went out for him, looked him straight in the eyes and said “you’re too late.”

When I looked inside the car, I saw his towel, wet clothes, board shorts… “So, biglaan nga pala!”

Insensitive, liar, abusive, selfish…