Sobbing my eyes out . . . what else is new?

So this was the weekend that Bob and I were to get together, go dancing, go to the Zoo, and him meet my parents. I've been waiting for this for weeks and have been quite excited. Well... there was a slight.. no BIG change in plans. I never got a hold of Bob because I never had the chance to give him a call. So I sent him an e-mail double checking everything and I assumed he got it alright and everything would be in check. YEAH RIGHT!! That's just my life. It seems that whenever I have something really good planned or something special to do, everything gets f***ed up! So I get to the club and I'm looking all cute and beautiful as usual, expecting to see my guy there. Well he wasn't there which i could understand. It's ok if he's late, things happen right? Well something did happen!!!!! Bob never showed. Now not knowing the reason why, I assumed that I was stood up or something. I'm thinking in my head, "Bob you better be dead to not have shown up." While I danced they eventually played my favorite songs and my favorite band (GO APOP) but I couldn't enjoy it. Instead I danced and cried at the same time. I should have been there with Bob, but no, I was alone. I watched other couples hold each other, kiss, and dance. I just wanted to scream I was so angry and upset. So basically my night sucked.

I know Bob had to work that day so I just assumed he was way tired and I would be able to deal with that. So I continued on today with the rest of my plans. Unfortunately it rained so I figured that ok, Bob and I can just chill at the house. So I made lunch and got all ready. At about 12:30, lunch was ready and Bob hadn't shown. I quickly checked my e-mail and discovered what happened. Bob hurt his ankle at work and couldn't do anything. He couldn't even walk. So he didn't come. Well being to wonderfully delightful and caring girlfriendish type person I am i thought perhaps I'll just go and visit him. I'm sure that would cheer him up a bit (since he knows he let me down and confessed that he majorly "messed up") Besides, I really want to see him! I haven't seen him in over a month! So to be a good and faithful daughter I ask my mother if she felt it would be alright if I went. And of course she says "No" b/c thats just my life. I pleaded and begged and she still won't let me go. I'm so angry with her, Bob, and myself. I don't know what to do. All I can do is sit here and sob. But what good will that really do?