The honeymoon's over

For only the third time in a week and a half, Matt spent the night at home last night. I don't care if he doesn't come in, hell, I don't even care if he doesn't call. It's actually quite nice not having to worry about making too much noise when I'm getting ready in the morning, and also having it nice and quiet when I'm trying to get to sleep. But last night, not only did Matt come home, he brought about a dozen people with him - or at least that's how it sounded. He went to the bar with a bunch of his friends and then brought them all back home with him, nice and drunk. For the most part they were trying to be quiet, but every once in a while someone would say something horribly funny and they'd all burst out laughing and scare the crap out of me. They spent an hour or so out on the sunporch, but then moved into the living room, which is much closer to my bedroom. The last of his friends left around 1:30. I wanted to cry. Hell, I still want to cry. I'm so tired!!