Ok, I really took everyone's words to heart. H should normally be home between 3:30 and 4:00. Well he wasn't and he didn't call either. I was like, oh great you really took my talk to heart. Then he calls around 6:15 apologizing that his phone is low on batteries, he had to work late, sorry he didn't call sooner, would be home in 15 minutes. We talked awhile about stuff that happened over the weekend.
(Last night there was a serious accident at the entrance to our subdivision. Cops were chasing a Uhaul with supposed stolen goods inside. They ran a red light and struck a car. Three 16 year old boys were inside, one that we know of lives on our street. The passenger, died. The driver is in critical conditon) We started talking about our children and how much they mean to us and how we need to know where the 2 older ones are at all times. Ther was also an accident in our town earlier in the day where a mom and dad and their 4 year old son were out walking and a car jumped the curb and hit them killing the 4 year old. Man, what a slap in the face.
Anyway...when H came home I was SO nice and it was authentic. I wasn't faking it. I actually hate when he comes home at 3:30, that is just too early for me. I am still cleaning or doing whatever it is that I do.
We hung out, talked and watched TV together. I really and truely love this man SO much. I may be weak and insecure but this is what I must do.
