I Kicked All My Bridesmaids Out of My Wedding and I Don’t Want to See Them Ever Again

They say patience is a virtue, but even the most virtuous can find their limits tested when it comes to dealing with chronically late friends. For the woman in today’s story, the breaking point arrived after countless times of waiting in frustration, disrupting plans, and causing unnecessary stress. Enough was enough. But she decided to resolve things in a way that divided opinions.
I (32F) had a catch-up lunch organized with a friend (32M). This friend is always late for everything. Being late is fine, however in this day and age of mobile phones I have strong feelings that one should try to notify a person if they are running significantly late to a date/meeting.
I got to the cafe at 12 pm, which was the arranged time. I sat at a table by myself, surrounded by the hustle and bustle of the busy cafe. At 12.30 pm, my friend had not arrived, I’d received no text, so I simply left and went home. At no point did I try to text or ring him to see where he was/how far away he was.
The thing is, I knew he hadn’t forgotten our lunch date and that he was just being his usual late self. But I was sick of it.
At 12.38, so nearly 40 minutes after our arranged time, I got a message from him saying, “I’m here, where are you?” I replied, “I assumed you weren’t coming, so I went home.” I then refused to drive back to the cafe to have lunch. I know communication works both ways, but am I wrong? My husband thinks I should’ve just rang him, given that I know his tendency to be late.
Teaching her chronically late friend a lesson in punctuality proved to be a journey of self-discovery and mutual growth. Through patience, communication, and a bit of creative intervention, she was able to teach the importance of respecting others’ time and the impact of our actions on those around us.