I texted C yesterday, updated him on the roof and asked him what time he will pick me up tomorrow. No word. I knew he was seeing patients today until 1pm. Texted this morning after B and and I cleaned up roof debris, letting him know the gutter guards were installed today and AGAIN asked what time. No word but that's okay, it's typical of him and drives me CRAZY because he expects me to wait--but not today, not any longer. I had a friend also ask me out for lunch tomorrow and instead of saying no, told her I was waiting for C to tell me what time he was picking me up.If I didn't hear from him by 6pm, she and I would go out for lunch. She is a VERY GOOD FRIEND and totally understood and agreed with my plan.
About 4ish, C texted, and asked if he could come around 10am so he could take my car in for emission testing, then swing by home to pick me up for our lunch. I agreed and called my friend back.
What makes this a Good Thing: this is my husband, this is HIM, not the JERK who is inhabiting his body--I like your Alien idea, Pattnee5!--it's the sweet, thoughtful man I married. It gives me a little hope that he's still in there, still alive but being overwhelmed by whatever has taken over his mind.
But the other Good Thing was I felt empowered by having a plan in the event he was, again, taking me for granted. I would not feel obligated to wait this time because I had something else to do. I am lucky my friend is so understanding--she's had her own issues with her late husband--and she supported me.
