So today turned out the complete opposite of what I expected.

I currently live with my significant other... Today he claims that he will only be going into work in the morning till about 5pm. He works in the kitchen and of course it's be expected to get out a bit later since Ive been in that environment myself. He gives me the the heads up that he stayed behind to help (he is actually the chef), which was around 6. Then tells me he is staying in till close because his sous chef girlfriend got locked out of her apartment, which I was informed by this at 8pm. I think to my self " fair enough closing time is 10pm "... I mention to him if he wants to stay there and drink with his workers he can go right ahead (of course I said that with a bit sacarsm) which he then caught on because he asked if I was upset. I told him no, not wanting to make a big deal out of something that's understandable. He reassures me he won't be doing anything tonight. Implying he's bringing his ass home. That's the last I heard from him which was about 9:30 at this point. No text or call from him ... So I decided to be like fuck it if it hits 12 Im reaching out to see what's going on. Of course that's exactly what ended up happening. I asked him if he was single ? No reply. Then called him over 5 times till he finally picked up at 12:20 ! I asked him what was he doing , he replies with I'm driving. I'm like okay but what were you doing, he continued to avoid the question and ended up responding, " I was cooking and prepping". ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME, DO I LOOK STUPID ?! I continued to ask while calling him out on his bullshit lies. Which he later on confess that he was drinking with two male coworkers, and proceeds to say he was was already driving for the last 20 minutes..... So he was driving which his phone is connected to his car and he didn't hear my five calls ?! And why fucking lie about that because guess what ... It took him a whole hour to get home when the drive from his job is only 35 minutes - 40 at most. I tell him he can sleep in the couch because there's no way he sleeping in bed with me. So he comes home doesn't even check in me and gets his ass straight to sleeping in the couch.

I'm a hot fucking mess right now because I feel as if he was lying about being at the bar drinking as well. He always tells me when he does that and I never freak out so why fucking lie about it now.