This reminds me of a thread that came up recently, about texting when one is running late.
Prof sent me "i'm on my way" at 8:12 and walked through the door at 9. It is a 10 minute drive.
I had already told him that I can't do late nights mid-week and i f he wants 2 episodes of something he needs to be here at 8:30, cause we always talk a bit, watch a bit of tv and have sex, plus I was kind of making dinner, a reheat plus fresh salad and garlic bread. While I wasn't really angry, I was a bit bit miffed and had started the bedtime shut down routine. So we talked about it again. Sounds really petty when I write it down, especially as I cancelled the night out due to flaky ex.
I did tell him that I appreciate his understanding over the singleish mummy inflexibility. He said it works right now as he has much going on at work and me going to sleep early means he gets to go home and work.
We had some nice sex, if a bit quick, and he stayed in bed cuddling until I fell asleep then let himself out. It was very comforting and nice to have him there and I told him so. Baby steps.
Much as I whinge, I am glad to have them both in my life they are fundamentally good men.
Me: 40s female