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Well...we got a problem. Last night I asked Robert if he could come over this afternoon. He was like, "yeah, that should work". He was gonna come over to meet my mom. I guess we both messed up on time management. He sent me a txt earlier that day that he would be over my house around 8-815. I didn't really think about it until he txt me later on that evening. Now think about this. He has to be at work @ 9:00. So now you've gotta be thinking, "how can that be enough time to meet, sit down, get comfortable talk, and then have enough time to get to work." Well, I'll answer that question with the rest of this story. He txt'd me later on @ 7:50 pm and it said, "hey i'm leaving now so i'll call u when i get off the hwy." I immediately txt'd him back and said, "babe we're not going to have enough time when u get here to do anything". That was basically saying, "forget it". So he called me about 10 seconds later and was like, "soo....soo.... what... what are you trying to say." And I said, "Do you think that's gonna be enough time? I mean, really." He goes, "well... I mean, not really. BUT you were kinda rushing me to get over there and stuff, you know." After that, all I remember is getting really frustrated. However, I don't remember anything I said to him after that point. But I know I had to have raised by voice because he finally said, "Babe?" I go, "WHAT???". Robert: "I promise we'll get this together. Maybe I'll come over next, okay?" I said okay, knowing by this point he probably wanted to get off the phone. He said, "I love you and I'll talk to you later, okay?". Then we hang up the phone. CLicK. And well... NoW the problem is rescheduling. Hopefully he will step up and do it himself. Now I feel as though it's his turn "to put in some work." I mean, he's really gonna have to work for it. Click.