This past summer my long-term BF invited me to his cousin's wedding in Texas. He went out a few days earlier than me since I was volunteering at a summer camp. Just my luck, I broke my foot a few days before I left. You'd think he'd get his family to pick me up or at least take a cab to meet me at the airport. But he didn't. I had to get my own cab. So, I was alone on crutches with lots of luggage in a town I've never been to for a wedding I had no vested interest in. Worst part? When I first told him I broke my foot, he said, "Well, there goes the weekend." We didn't stay together much longer after that.