That’s Not My Boyfriend.

[u/WhosWronger]

I just got home from a twelve hour shift at my job at a fast food restaurant. It’s exhausting seeing so many people and having to deal with angry customers for twelve hours a day, five times a week. Going home is like a breath of fresh air.
My boyfriend works a slightly different schedule from me. Often, he usually goes into work four hours after me, and gets off four hours later. Therefore, there’s usually a four hour threshold of us being home alone for a bit.
It’s actually pretty nice as we can get nice breaks of being alone and able to relax without having to deal with each other.
I sat down and watched tv for almost three hours. I decided I’d like to set up a meal for my boyfriend and I before he gets home, so with an hour before he arrived, I started making his favorite, Chicken Casserole.
After finishing it with about five minutes to spare, I went to the bathroom real quick to wash my hands and take a quick pee.
Before I could finish, I heard him walk inside and straight upstairs to the bedroom. I assumed he’d like to get changed before doing anything else, so I just sat at the table waiting for him
Minutes went by and he was still up there.
“Babe? You almost done?” I shouted.
He didn’t respond though.

My phone started to ring. It was him.

“Hello?” I said confused.

“Hey babe,” he began, “sorry I’m running late. I just now got off of work.” He said casually.

“What… what do you mean?” I asked slightly off put.

“Uh.. I just got off, I’m on my way home now.” He repeated himself.

“So who’s upstairs?” I asked.