*continued*

I woke up this morning to an empty bed. Not that it was a real surprise that Rob was passed out of the sofa because he was down at his parents house last night drinking.  Just to prove my point with what I was saying in my last post. When will enough be enough?
It hurts me because he know how much it bothers me. He know that I hate how he acts. And most of all he knows that I hate when I can't wake him up the next morning.I ccould have plans for weeks but because he didn't get his damn beauty sleep I have to fight with him just to get up. It is not my fault that spending hours at your parents drinking, and not coming home til sometimes 4 am is more important then other things in life. Just really gets on my nerves and wish things would change. I'm tired of telling him how I feel... tired of trying to talk about it... just tired in general.