H's car went bonkers yesterday in one of the NE rain deluges that we're having. Seems to have gotten wet inside and now has electrical gremlins. GREAT. What a pain to fix. He was trying to sort that out yesterday. "I'm going to have to disconnect the battery!" "Why don't you just take out fuses instead?" "Oh - that's a good idea."
He did say that I hate this car anyway. That's true. I've told him that I will never drive it as my primary car for a variety of reasons that have to do with OW. (He let her drive it, he has picked her up at the airport in it for months, blah blah blah...)
I did not validate that statement, however.
But SCRIPT...Wow - they really do follow a script, don't they?
Going to bed he was complaining, "My car is broken...My foot hurts...My ankle hurts...I can't do x anymore...."
My first reaction was wrong. "I haven't noticed that you have a problem doing x...."
And then I remembered validation.
"It must be frustrating to feel like everything is falling apart."
