I've been waiting for your arrival all weekend.

You've been announcing your arrival all weekend.

I'm still waiting. I'm disappointed. The festivities have gone on without you, since you've told me your stuff is in the car and you're coming RIGHT over-that was 2 days ago.

You missed it. My friends from out of town had fun. So did I. We ate, went to the beach, cooked up a storm and engaged in wonderful conversation. All you could do was call and alternately complain about where you were, how busy you were, how much money you were going to make-eventually, and complain I wasn't there with you.

No. I'm not there with you. Because I have no place there. This is my home. My place is here.

So you bitch and moan. And you continue to be arriving "soon".

My life goes on without you.