Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Doubts? I think not.

I am not proud of what I am about to tell you.

Last night, I had a puppy training class with our five-month-old coonhound, Ellie.  Ellie is a sweet girl, with too much energy and too little manners.  She's got a whole hell of a lot of potential, which is why I chose to keep her over my husband.  But that's beside the point.  The class went fine.  Ellie had played with four other dogs, and even tired a bit - or so I had hoped.  I left the class in a good mood, the rest of my evening scheduled out: go home, eat dinner, go to sleep.  When I reached my car, I checked my phone.  Four missed calls.  All from my husband.  All during the time I had told him I'd be in the class.  I sighed.  Then the phone rang again, and noticing it was HIM, I answered. 

Apparently, he had forgotten his keys at work, and needed me to pick him up at the train station.  I groaned inwardly, but what choice did I have?  Tell him to take a taxi (or a hike!)?  No.  But here was my dilema.  I didn't have enough time to bring the dog home, and I didn't want to bring her with me.  She's lovely, really, but her driving skills are lacking, and she always, always, tries to drive.  In the end, I sacrificed my sanity and a healthy dinner for a dangerous, stressful car ride and fast food.  It was what happened on the way to the station that confirmed my previous decision.

I was on the phone, complaining about what I had to do.  Complaining about my 'idiot' husband, the 'moron' who left his keys at work, the 'jackass' who was inconveniencing me.  Pure venom spilled from my lips.  And I thought, if my friends who doubt my decision could hear me now, they'd probably offer to help pay my legal fees.  Seriously, the way I was feeling was NO way for a wife to feel about her husband.  Or for a friend to feel about another friend.  That's the thing, though.  Had it been anyone else, I probably would have been happy to help.  But not him.  Not anymore.

Any doubts in my mind were silenced last night.  And considering as how I meet with the attorney today, it was perfect timing.

-- baby girl

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