"No." I wonder if he can hear me pouting.
"Good. Happy birthday!"
"One minute past. How was the party?"
"I'm really sorry."
"You know what? Whatever. It's not a big deal."
"I just - got busy with Teresa."
"I don't need details, thanks."
"I'm really sorry, I'm a jerk."
"Yeah, you kind of are."
And I hung up on him. GO ME.
He didn't show up to my party, and we kept waiting for him to show up, and he kept on - not showing up. It was pathetic. I feel dropped and discarded, which I guess is the natural order of things, but still. It was my birthday. Ouch.
I think I'm kind of done.