So I know he’s working on V-Day at 4pm and I don’t have much money and I’m 8 & a half months pregnant. So my mom transfers me money and says it’s you alls last vday together before the baby comes. So I say wow thank u so much, etc. so I wake up at 8am only having slept 4 hours or less, get dressed in my nicest maternity clothes, and do my make up ALL OUT. And wake him up to a small bouquet of his favorite colored flowers and chocolate strawberries for us to share. I said we had a reservation at Olive Garden at 1pm, so we could still spend time together before he worked from 4-3am. Yet he says no, and I want to cry cause my hormones r shot to shit, and I tried to hard...and then he says we wouldn’t have had time! Yes we would have! A lot! But FUCKING NO! So I put on my crap clothes again, put my hair up and just want to eat and die. He leaves to work and I’m a college student so I do all this work when he leaves, but I fall asleep and he calls me saying he’s getting cut for the day at freakin 7pm. Then he wants to go to dinner, like dude I’m tired, have 7 more papers to type, and my body is swollen I can’t even move. THATS WHY I TRIED THIS WAY EARLIER! I kept saying no, like why only on ur time? Now I’m super fking busy and figure fuck it I’ll make dinner here at home, I tell him what he have and he says he “doesn’t want that shit”. Like wow dude, fuck u. Starve then! Now I want to punch him and cry and leave in my car and just go eat alone crying. Hated this day. rant over. Sorry.