So yesterday was one of those emotionally challenging days. It was up and down the whole day. Here's what happened:
Selo and I went to the eye doctor to have his vision checked around ten. He had his appt, and he's getting glasses. So we had fun picking out his glasses. While we were there, the boss lady offered me a job. We had been talking about my career change, and some of my background. She said she had been looking for someone, and she wanted my resume. We finished picking out Selo's glasses, and paid for them. Then they said they could fit me in. We decided to stay and get my appt too- even though I would be a little late to work. The next available appt was in June, and I didn't want to wait that long. After my appt, the doctor said my eyes hadn't changed enough to need a new perscription, and that me eyes are really healthy. That's a nice change!
We get to the house so I can get the truck and go to work, and it won't start. We have to push the truck out of the driveway and up (yes UP) the hill, until we could get another car beside it to jump it. We finally jump it, and Selo takes off.I am right behind in, for a while. As I am driving down the road, I hear this loud explosion, then everything is dark. What the heck?! I'm outside in the middle of the day?! Luckily, in my panic, I got the truck stopped- without stalling it, thank you very much- and I get out of the truck. The hood of the truck had flown up and shattered the windshield. I was already shaking so badly I could hardly stand, and then I realize there are people all around me talking to me. "Are you alright? Do you need help? Can I call someone for you? Can I help you with your truck?" I realize all these people are talking to ME, asking ME what to do. Inside me head I am thinking "Get a grip. You have to handle this. Get a grip and you can lose it later". But I can feel the my face is wet with tears as they are pouring down my face, and I can feel myself trying like crazy to suck in enough air to say something. Finally I get a good breath, and we start getting things done. We have to get the truck off the road, so the traffic can keep moving. As they pull the hood off the windshield I see the damage. There is glass EVERYWHERE inside the truck. Not that I am surprised there is glass (Hello, the windsheild was shattered) but I was sitting there when it happened. You can see right where my body was. We get the truck off the road onto the side, and get the hood tied down. The thing that holds it down is broken (that's convenient). I still haven't been able to get Selo on the phone, and I am still crying and shaking. But I am controlled enough to communicate and know what needs to be done. Thankfully I am not hurt- just a mess! I can drive, and the truck is driveable. I don't live very far from where it happened, so I turn the truck around and drive home. One of the ladies that stopped followed me home to make sure both me and the truck made it. I thanked everyone else before I drove off, and waved thanks to her and she drove on. I sit in the truck a minute, trying to get a grip again. I get out, and look back into the truck. Still glass everywhere. Then I finally get the nerve up to look down at myself. No surprise, I am covered in glass. My pants, my blouse, even my glasses have shards of glass on them. I go inside the house, take my blouse off, and just wear my t-shirt. I grab the handvac (wonderful thing! Everyone should have one!) and I only make it to the door before my phone rings. It's Selo. I barely keep my cool as I tell him what happened. He says he's on his way back home right away. I then realize, I'm still late for work. I call them again. This time I tell them what happened with the truck. Jason- he's a wonderful co-worker- tells me not to come in. He's says he knows I COULD come in, but it sounds like I need more time to be okay, and I should stay home and recover today. As I am getting off the phone with Jason, Selo walks in. And that's when I lose it. The whole thing comes out. He picks me up, carries me to the couch, and sits there and holds me as I just let go. He loves me and soothes me and holds me, and everything will be okay. I handled everything just the way I should have and now it's okay for me to let go. My husband is wonderful. He knew exactly what I needed and how to be there for me. It was so nice to be able to trust him and let go of all that was inside me and know that it was okay. He helped me clean the glass up, then put me in the shower to get the glass off of me. Once the glass was gone, I was calm again. Selo stayed with me the rest of the day. He calls his boss at work, who tells him to stay home with me. (When Selo got to work today, all of his work asked how I was, and were concerned about me.)
Later that night, I finished updating my resume (thank you Beka!) and was in game (FFXI) with Selo. We were both emotionally drained and got into some argument. (Yes we have arguments. Every married couple does, and those that say they don't, certainly don't have a very fulfilling marriage.) I don't remember what we were fighting about, but I remember it was dumb. Finally, I got sick of fighting. I took Selo by the hand, led him to the bedroom, and we laid down. We laid there and held each other. The fight wasn't over, nothing got solved, but we weren't arguing anymore- we were holding each other instead. I can't tell you what a difference that made. Suddenly, whatever we were fighting about wasn't important anymore. After the fight 'disolved' we just kinda laid there. We were both asleep before 10:00 last night. And we slept!!! That has been the most sleep either one of us has gotten in a long time. And it was SO needed.
Today, is a much better day. We still have the Buick (my grandparents car) here at our house, so I will be driving that until the truck is fixed. It's nice to have another car, but we will be using practically my whole paycheck to pay for gas lol. But I will be off to work in an hour, and things are back to normal. Selo and I had a long day yesterday, and I'm glad it's over.
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