>I meant to post this yesterday morning, well I will be quick, he has started coming downstairs in the morning to make sure I am up. Thursday morning was cold so he comes down, I am in the bathroom doing morning bathroom stuff, to ask me when I wanted him to start the car to warm up. {SIGH} Not really his fault since I have been getting a little scattered lately and not leaving at my regular time. So I tell him ‘5 minutes’, later when I am in my bedroom getting my clothes out I hear him outside, then he comes to the door and he says something, ‘What?’ I shout, he’s gone, so I grab my phone and call him, he doesn’t pick up it goes straight to voice mail because he doesn’t have his phone on of course because he NEVER HAS HIS **deleted** PHONE ON! So I run upstairs to see what he said, cause something could be wrong with the car for all I know, and he says, ‘The car’s warming up.’ {DUH} So I say, ‘I hate it when you do this!’ He says sorry, I go finish getting ready and we leave for the train station late and I miss my train.
Now, I know he has no idea what I was talking about and will most likely continue to do it even if I tell him he doesn’t need to tell me the car is warming up, I know if he says he is going to do it in 5 minutes he will do it in 5 minutes, not 4 minutes 55 seconds or 5 minutes 5 seconds. Sometimes I hate dealing with Aspie-Bipolar people! It was not his fault I missed my train, I got up late, so you see why I title this post the way I did, cause this was both.
Oh, and no one has to post a comment telling me I am a bitch. I know that. I am working on it.
Belleza
just a (transplanted) city girl 