Well this evening I got a call from my H stating that the truck completely stopped running while driving home. So I volunteered to come pick him up, he was about twenty-five minutes from here. I get there and what do I get? A long face, slamming doors, cold silence, reactionary behavior, and a general attitude of disrespect.
Apparently, I made this bad thing happen and have been thrown into the mixer with all that is wrong in his life. No "thank you" and no explanation of any kind. I offered to lend him the car tomorrow, that was ignored and so was I.
I ran his sorry butt around trying to help and I was treated like a non-person.
The last thing that I heard as he got out of the car at our other house was, "you can go home now".
