My Boyfriend Made Me Wait 2 Hours At An Expensive Restaurant For Our Anniversary.
My Boyfriend Made Me Wait 2 Hours At An Expensive Restaurant For Our Anniversary.
When He Finally Arrived With His Friends, He Loudly Said, “See? Told You She’d Still Be Here Like A Pathetic Puppy.” They All Laughed.
We’d Been Together Three Years And I’d Just Paid Off His Car Loan. I Smiled, Ordered Another Drink. This Morning, My Phone Shows 78 Missed Calls And HIS BELONGINGS ARE IN GARBAGE BAGS AT THE DUMP…
My Boyfriend Made Me Wait 2 Hours At An Expensive Restaurant For Our Anniversary...
I’m the kind of woman who shows up—on time, prepared, trying to do things right. For three years, that’s basically been my role with Randy: the steady paycheck, the steady plans, the steady patience, while he promised his “rough patch” was temporary.
I met him when my apartment flooded and he was the plumber assigned to fix it. He was funny, confident,
and made a bad week feel lighter. We moved in together fast because it “made sense.” Over time, I started covering more than my share.
When his car loan started drowning him, I helped—then I ended up making the final payment myself. I told myself it was for us.
So for our three-year anniversary, I booked a reservation at a downtown restaurant we’d always talked about. I got my hair done, wore a new dress, and walked in at 7:00 p.m. hoping this night would feel like a fresh start.
At 7:12, Randy texted, “Running late. Go ahead and get seated.”
Then nothing.
By the time the server offered—very politely—to reschedule, I’d already rehearsed a dozen excuses in my head. Traffic. Work. An emergency. I kept smiling like I wasn’t the only person at a table for two, checking my phone every minute like it might suddenly apologize.
At 8:45, nearly two hours later, I was finally standing up to leave when the front doors opened.
Randy walked in.
With four of his friends.
They were laughing like they were walking into a party. Randy spotted me and his mouth curled into this smug little grin—like he’d been certain I’d still be there. He leaned toward his friends and said, loud enough for nearby tables to hear, “See? Told you she’d still be here.”
They laughed.
And in that one sentence, everything I’d been minimizing for years snapped into focus. This wasn’t lateness. This wasn’t a mix-up. It was a test. A performance. A cheap little game where my loyalty was the punchline.
The server appeared beside us with her notepad, eyes unsure.
I looked up, kept my face smooth, and said, “Actually… I’ll take another glass of wine first.”
Because I wasn’t about to give him a scene.
I was about to give him consequences.
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My boyfriend made me wait 2 hours at an expensive restaurant for our anniversary
They all laughed. We’d been together 3 years, and I’d just paid off his car loan. I smiled, ordered another drink. This morning,
my phone shows 78 missed calls, and his belongings are in garbage bags at the dump.
Randy and I met 3 years ago when my apartment flooded after my upstairs neighbor left their bathtub running all weekend—
who does that? I had to crash at my brother’s place while waiting for repairs, and Randy was the plumber assigned to fix everything. He kept finding new problems every time he came by, which I now realize was just his way of seeing me more LOL.
