My car battery died when I was picking up family from airport. I freaked as it was getting dark and I was in sketchy part of town. What did I do - texted the W - Urgent - call me. We live in a large city where I don't have any close friends or any family.
After about ten minutes she did and and we talked over the situation. I was grateful she called me back but ashamed that I had to call her for assistance. It's just so automatic that whenever something bad happened (or good) I would call her and we would walk through the issue.
I didn't know what else to do. Full blown panic attack ensued.
Since this whole thing started she has said "You can't make it without me, you've been leaning on me for a long time".
She's right. I can't make it without her. I guess I just have to relearn 20 years of how to live.
