Being given the choice of keeping midgets for an extra 1.5 hours or leaving them outside at his house for that amount of time is no choice at all. Holy fucking shit. As IF I would leave them to wait outside like they are the family dogs. His plans couldn’t be changed? What was he doing, donating a kidney?
I would seem overly excitable if this incident was isolated. Because after all, what’s another hour and a half with the apples of my eye? But instead, this scenario takes place at least once a week. Only recently have I reached my limit with him changing the schedule at every turn, depending on his other commitments. This cycle happens over and over: I blow my stack at him for taking advantage of me and treating me like a babysitter (and in my opinion not spending nearly enough time with the midgets); then he retreats and starts playing by the rules again; and then slowly and surely he starts making schedule changes as it suits him, getting more and more demanding and ballsy until I just can’t take it anymore. Aaaaaand then we start all over again.
At least he’s a predictable jackass.