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I am anxious AF; Steady was coming to my house last night and less than a block away in a nasty accident; deer ran in front of him, startled, he swerved to miss it, on way back into his lane, car crested the hill towards him; hit each other's left front fenders, she was able to get out of her car with assistance from our local fire guys (love them) and she went to hospital to be checked out. He declined care - had to crawl out the back of his car when he heard her vocalizing and when to check on her (Toyota Camry I think was what she was in), he was driving his older Jeep Grand Cherokee; neither drive-able. He is fine physically, a bit more distressed that he didn't just hit the deer (and is very worried about the well-being of the woman)...but who knows what would have happened if he did. Anyway; it scared the fuck out of me. I was calm then and tried to remain calm and collected last night and today before I let him use my extra car to get home. (He has crappy insurance...easier to just let him use the car that sits idle in my driveway; note- added him to my insurance to cover my ass...)
Seriously, this fucking week...
I am supposed to be goddamn Pollyanna - where is that walk on the sunny side of the street Tracy?
I am finding myself wanting to build up walls against caring more deeply about him; it would be so much easier to not worry about another person again. If I would have had to ID a body instead of just arranging a tow truck I would be a raving fucking lunatic right now.
I can't say this anywhere else.
Thanks for putting up with my shit.
Seriously, this fucking week...
I am supposed to be goddamn Pollyanna - where is that walk on the sunny side of the street Tracy?
I am finding myself wanting to build up walls against caring more deeply about him; it would be so much easier to not worry about another person again. If I would have had to ID a body instead of just arranging a tow truck I would be a raving fucking lunatic right now.
I can't say this anywhere else.
Thanks for putting up with my shit.
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