I am actually hating my SO right now. He usually gets off at 9:30 and right now it's 11. Every night, and yes I mean every night except Sundays on rare occasions, he'll be out til almost 2:30am hanging out with friends and smoking. I've gotten use to it and tolerated it since he's young, he's 20, and is trying to enjoy life before it becomes all about a baby but I really thought that as it gets closer to my due date he would slow down and chose to be home for me for when my back hurts or I start to feel a little ill. But no, I'm here all alone trying to rub my own back while over a toilet in case I throw up cause I won't be able to get up fast enough if I do. I texted him to see if he could come back a bit sooner. He just got an attitude cause he wanted to go to his friends house (and smoke of course cause that's all that matters) and then said "I can bring you Tylenol". I told him okay whatever. And then he texts me saying "I'll be home later" and doesn't even bring the Tylenol. I can't be more pissed and sad. I just wanna yell and curse at him but I'm too weak to even get into an argument. And all I can think about is having the same thing happen when I have an infant cause he thinks it's okay to stay out late cause she'll be sleep and he "doesn't have to be there".

Okay. I'm sorry I'm done ranting and raving.