My girlfriend, Emily, and I have been sharing an apartment for about half a year. As someone swamped with work and life's incessant demands, I was genuinely excited about the prospect of spending an evening cooking and relaxing just with her. We had planned this since the weekend. Being the social butterfly she is, Emily had plans to go for brunch with her friends on Sunday morning at 11. I had everything timed to serve dinner by 6:30 PM, expecting her to be back in time, perhaps a bit tipsy from a mimosa or two, maybe even taking a short nap before dinner.

However, what was supposed to be a simple brunch morphed into a day-long bar-hopping event. Initially, Emily assured me via texts that she would be back in time for dinner. However, as the day progressed and her messages became increasingly slurred, my doubts grew. By 5 PM, I was getting the pasta ready; at 5:30, her Snapchat story revealed she was nowhere near home but taking shots at a bar in a different part of Chicago. I didn't want to be the nagging boyfriend, so I chose not to comment on it. Yet, annoyance was building up within me, especially since our special evening seemed to be slipping away.

By 6:30 PM, Emily hadn't returned. Checking her location, I found she was at yet another bar. Left to dine alone, I simply ate by myself and decided to spend the night playing PlayStation with my friends, storing the rest of the food in the fridge.

Emily stumbled in around 7:15 PM, visibly inebriated, and seemed puzzled at my gaming. When she inquired about dinner, I pointed out her tardiness and mentioned that although dinner was ready, it was now in the fridge and she could help herself if she felt like eating. Her response was a mix of a tipsy apology and a dismissive laugh, joking about the unpredictability of a "girl gang" brunch. After I told her I had made other plans, she called me rude and went off to sleep. To add insult to injury, she critiqued the look of the dinner I had prepared and ended up ordering Taco Bell.

The next day was marked by a tangible sense of passive aggressiveness from both sides.

In a reality show setting, the drama from this story would likely escalate dramatically. Cameras would amplify our facial expressions and reactions, capturing every detail of the emotional tension. The moment Emily walked through the door to find me not waiting with dinner but rather engaged in a video game could spark an on-camera blow-up. Confessionals would feature each of our perspectives, adding layers to the narrative. The audience would likely be divided; some might sympathize with my need to move on with the night after being stood up, while others could argue for more patience and flexibility in relationships.

Help me... am I wrong here? :)

What should I do about passive-aggressive gf?