So I went to bed before my SO, totally normal. I woke up around 3am and he wasn’t there. So instantly I’m like

I guess I’ll go get his tail off the couch and tell him to come to bed. So I walk out into the living room and he isn’t there I’m searching the house trying to find this man

I legit can’t find him. So obviously my half-asleep, hormonal mind goes to the worst. So I call him and I hear his phone ringing in the house. I check the garage and the Jeep is also gone. This guy has left in the middle of the night and left his phone? Hell no. He’s out with some woman, isn’t he?

So I wait patiently on him to sneak back in. The garage opens and I’m feeling like I’m going to throw up. I’m about to catch him.

He walks in nonchalant with Taco Bell in his hands and says, “sorry babe. I was starving. I didn’t want to wake you up, but I got you a chicken quesadilla just in case you did wake up.”

Not cheating. Just hungry. 😂 I love him so much. Especially for dealing with my crazy ass. Haha.