An hour late is all it takes for me to start wondering if he's drinking again. Grocery store then home, just to pick up two things for dinner...it shouldn't take him this long. But I don't want to call. Not yet.
Each car that drives by, I listen to hear his truck. But nothing yet. And the seconds tick by.
Now I'm limping from room to room (my back pain is brutal), not wanting or able to clean or cook. Is this engine his? It slows, turns and parks...but not his truck.
Cross your fingers for me. This could be a long night.
Seriously. What would you do?
It's Been a Decade!
3 weeks ago