I'm beyond frustrated

I've been sitting here for nearly an hour and a half waiting to hear from Sweetie because he's supposed to come over tonight to help me pack. There are tons of boxes in my car and bubble wrap and crap that I need help getting up to my apartment.

I've also been waiting to run to the store to see what he wanted for dinner and to do my laundry so he'd be here to help me with it after dark.

Well, now, at 6:00 he finally calls and says he doesn't feel like coming over tonight.

Well, you know what?

I don't fucking feel like hauling all those boxes in from my car by myself, or going out to the store now for dinner, and it's gotten too late to do laundry alone, since it's going to be dark soon.

This night is now a total waste, and all I can do is sit here and cry out of frustration.

I hope he enjoys his "night off." A few more like this and he can have his whole fucking life off.

That's all. I'm done being a bitch now.