You Might As Well Leave

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I take the train to work and every day when I get off of the train, I see people waiting for their rides. I have to fight the urge to go running over to them yelling "You might as well leave! He won't be coming to pick you up!"

Wouldn't I be the crazy lady at the station?

I have always lived within walking distance of the train. We (the ex and I) only had one car for a while and I like walking, so I walked. Now, when I had the car and had to pick him up, he would tell me that he was getting out at, say, 9:00 pm. But really he was getting out at 9:30 pm. He just didn't want me to be late. He didn't want to be waiting on me.

I am never late for anything.

On occasion, he would call me and tell me that he would pick me up at the station. (Specially when I was prego.) So, I would get off of the train and wait. And wait. And wait. I would call him and ask him how long he would be. He would tell me a couple of minutes. I would say "If it is any more than a couple of minutes, just tell me. I can walk home quicker." "Couple of minutes" he would say.

Guess you can probably tell where this is going.

It wouldn't be a couple of minutes. Then I would be the idiot waiting for a ride when I live right down the street. I am not exaggerating when I say it would have been quicker for me to walk. I would get so upset.

I am constantly discovering more pieces of our relationship that were just a bit fucked up.