Need feedback about a horrible experience I went through tonight
Let me start out by saying I'm so incredibly pissed. A little fact: I've been dating my girlfriend for 5 years now. No commitment yet because I still have pharmacy school and such to go through and situate my life. Anyways, she asked me if I would go to a wedding with her for her friend (whom she works with). I said ok no problem, I'll go with you.
It's a terrible day to start off with......rain all day, floods and such in chicago. Proper gentlemanly, etiquette was accomplished: open the door for her, drop her off at the front door so she doesn't have to walk through the rain, went to the bar and got every drink for her. Well, I knew 1 person at this wedding besides my gf, and I barely even knew this person. I didn't even know the married couple! We sat at the closest table to the bride and groom, and we were with all of my gf's friends/co-workers. I did a great job of being social. It seemed like everyone enjoyed my company.
The night was going flawlessly. We had dinner (awesome dinner) and the bride and groom had their first dance. The garter (don't give a fuck if I spelled it wrong) toss and the bouquet stuff took place. It was all nice. This whole time I had to pee like a racehorse. Holding it in just hurt so much, but I was polite and remained seated until all of this stuff was done. So after the bride danced with her father and the groom danced with his mom, I got up and announced I would be right back and that I was going to the restroom. Let me tell you, it was wonderful.
This is where I just lose it. I come back to the table midway through the first slow song (7 couples or so dancing), and my gf is in tears??!! I'm like "what happened?!" She says in an angry scowl "you missed the first slow dance!!" Oh and I'm serious when I say she was ANGRY! I couldn't help but chuckle a little. I said "Really?!?!" I went to go take a piss and apparently I'm a terrible person for leaving, not during, but before I even knew when the first slow song was. So she was wasted (I'm sober/DD) and for about an hour I sat at the table with her and she's bawling. At this point, the only person that I knew had just left. So I'm sitting at the table looking around stupidly next to my crying gf, and I'm trying to get her to stop. But since she's a girl, the water works didn't stop even until after we left. So she goes to the bathroom because she's crying hysterically, and I'm left at this table.....by myself......alone......don't know anybody. 20 minutes go by and I'm like fuck this! I go outside to get some air, and then return to the table shortly to my gf talking to one of her male co-workers, still in tears. I'm like "great she's probably telling him what a horrible person I am by going to the washroom during a slow dance song." Woo hoo! So the guy gets up and leaves, and she pokes me in the chest really hard. I'm like what the fuck is wrong with you?!?! "I thought you drove home and left me here!" I wanted to punch something in the face. "I went outside for fresh air! Who am I honestly going to notify that I'm stepping outside." "Hey sir, I know you don't know me, but I'm going outside for fresh air....can you tell my gf I'll be back." I mean seriously!
But yeah, Blah Blah Blah Blah. The story goes on forever. There's much more shit I can vent about, but this is fucking long enough already. Everyone at the reception ended up disliking me because she said shit about me all night and how I wouldn't ever marry her cuz I'd been with her for 5 years already and hadn't popped the question yet. If I didn't have a million things going on in my life with pharmacy and what not, and actually had some money in my bank account, I would most certainly think about it. But I'm done with this shit! Any girl reading this: would you be angry if your wedding date went to the bathroom and didn't return until mid-first-slow-song? I'm partially drunk right now; I just needed to get this off my chest because I've had no one to talk to about this shitty situation.