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I fumbled. I fell a lot, and mostly because I think these brilliant plans, set off to do them, and don't have a clue why they can never work. (I like English, so set off to be an English teacher. Little problem. I stink at grammar. Ends up? That's a big problem, so I graduated college with enough credits, but couldn't be certified to teach.) He's the one who tells me why some brilliant plan I have can't work. ("Sure, it would be nice to put a boat in the backyard to use as a container for a garden, but how are we getting it out there? And, when it falls apart, then what do we do?" "Sure, it would be nice to have a small tree in our backyard. What size container would be needed, since we only have cement? And what happens when a storm tips it over?")
He is my counselor. He tells me stuff that makes me go, "Oh yeah! Duh now. Why didn't I think of that?"
When I had a bad day at work and the world feels like it's falling apart and I'm going to die, he's the one who reminds me, "It was just a bad day. Tomorrow is a new day."
He's the one that if someone is mean to me, he'll either tell me how to handle the person better or... he'll punch them in the nose for me. lol (He's never had to punch someone in the nose, but it was always nice to know where my backup was.)
He's my example of logic. I remember some kids in a suped-up car were tailgating us so much, he couldn't see their headlights. He was slowing down to turn left, when he stopped the car, got out and strutted back to their car. He was huge! (6'2", 240 when he was thin.) The kids cowered down when he walked up to the driver's side and asked them why they were on his back bumper. The driver said, "I was only doing the speed limit."
Hubby said, "Well, I wasn't, so what was your plan? Driving over me?"
From then on, I remember that line when I consider tailgating someone. lol
He's in rehab now, and I realize how much I need him. Two weeks ago, I was picking out sugar-free cookies in the store and saw some I like, but we hadn't eaten in ages. I bought them and ate them. Last Friday, I missed a dentist appointment because I was so sick, I couldn't. He's my memory. He's the one who had to remind me we don't buy those cookies because they make me sick. He's the one who fix the Roku. He's the one who can fix how I broke the stovetop. He's the one that reminds me leaning in the garden that much is going to make me hurt the next day. (Today IS the next day.)
And, in 1999, if it weren't for him making me promise not to kill myself because I physically hurt so bad I couldn't bear the pain anymore, I'd be dead right now.
So, yeah. All these years later, and I still can't live without him. I'll probably have to some day. God better come up with the next plan then, because I have no idea how to live without him.
He is my counselor. He tells me stuff that makes me go, "Oh yeah! Duh now. Why didn't I think of that?"
When I had a bad day at work and the world feels like it's falling apart and I'm going to die, he's the one who reminds me, "It was just a bad day. Tomorrow is a new day."
He's the one that if someone is mean to me, he'll either tell me how to handle the person better or... he'll punch them in the nose for me. lol (He's never had to punch someone in the nose, but it was always nice to know where my backup was.)
He's my example of logic. I remember some kids in a suped-up car were tailgating us so much, he couldn't see their headlights. He was slowing down to turn left, when he stopped the car, got out and strutted back to their car. He was huge! (6'2", 240 when he was thin.) The kids cowered down when he walked up to the driver's side and asked them why they were on his back bumper. The driver said, "I was only doing the speed limit."
Hubby said, "Well, I wasn't, so what was your plan? Driving over me?"
From then on, I remember that line when I consider tailgating someone. lol
He's in rehab now, and I realize how much I need him. Two weeks ago, I was picking out sugar-free cookies in the store and saw some I like, but we hadn't eaten in ages. I bought them and ate them. Last Friday, I missed a dentist appointment because I was so sick, I couldn't. He's my memory. He's the one who had to remind me we don't buy those cookies because they make me sick. He's the one who fix the Roku. He's the one who can fix how I broke the stovetop. He's the one that reminds me leaning in the garden that much is going to make me hurt the next day. (Today IS the next day.)
And, in 1999, if it weren't for him making me promise not to kill myself because I physically hurt so bad I couldn't bear the pain anymore, I'd be dead right now.
So, yeah. All these years later, and I still can't live without him. I'll probably have to some day. God better come up with the next plan then, because I have no idea how to live without him.
