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It's been one of those days.
My day started at 1:30AM this morning with a phone call from my husband, who had gone into the city for a party. I had been upstairs reading when he left and had assumed the following from my habitual husband:
1) He drove himself
2) He would be home within an hour
3) He would not drink
I assume these things because they are steps he executes in almost any situation regarding a get together of more than 4 people. Also being Asian, he get's the flush to the extreme and finds drinking an unpleasant experience. That phone call which spanned only 2 minutes of time before his phone went dead blew all of those into oblivion. My phone rings:
"Hello?"
"Hey honey, what you doing?"
"Reading [fanfiction], what are you doing?"
"Well the party is boring and I want to go home. So I'm walking."
"Wait, what?"
"Yeah Alex is taking way too long. The conversations going on are so lame. I even drank and that didn't help. So I'm going to walk. I might not be back till like... five."
"Wait a second, where-"
And then I get that beep that indicates call ended. At first I thought OH hell no, he better not have hung up on me. Then I realized it was my husband I was thinking about here and pushed redial.
Instant voicemail.
His phone is dead.
And did he say he was walking home? From the city? That was a four hour walk. In the dead middle of night he was going to walk home between two college towns?
A quick call to a friend who had Alex's number did indeed confirm that my husband had wandered off without saying anything to anyone. Said friend suggested I check one of the two roads that led straight back to our city and so off I went.
Three hours later, I had given up and resolved to sit at home and wait for him to show up. Rationally, I knew he was more likely than not going to be a-okay.
But I kept imagining him getting hit by cars, mugged, falling in a ditch and twisting an ankle, being picked up by a serial killer... I was furious. I knew he had been talking about going to get food at Denny's, so I creeped around the Denny's and the two 24-hour McDonalds on the main strip back to our house. As I approached the 24-hour donut shop I slowed down and turned on my blinker, then thought better of it as I was only 2 minutes from our house.
And not even half a second after I pass that shop do I see the jaunty sauntering of my husbands backside.
I slammed on the brakes as I pinned him with my Evil Glare as he waved at me, surprised and innocent to the fact that I had been patroling back and forth between our cities looking for him.
"How did you fine me?!" He asks as he flops down into my passanger seat. I think my expression was a horrible mashup of disbelief, anger, and relief that he was intact and okay.
"Do you have any idea how angry I am right now?"
His eyebrows go up, "No...?"
I call his buddies to let them know (the time was now 3:40AM) that I had found him and he was okay. Thank you for helping me and trying to keep me calm but I need to tear off his head now so we'll talk later thanks.
I decide the best damage control was to keep quiet until I was sure on what I wanted to say. Hubby did not take that approach, instead he peppered me with inquiries and apologizes the full 2 minute drive home to me stomping up stairs and into our bed.
He was confused why I was angry. Why? Why! And then I had to explain it to him, knowing how practicle and logical and how infuriatingly male he was, he just wouldn't get it. I did it anyway and I was met with that silence that screams 'I don't understand why you're feeling this way but I do get that I'm in big trouble, so I won't say it.'
Now I know how my mother felt when I would come home late from curfew. "I'm here now," I had said to her and my husband mimicked those same platitudes. Yes, I was [and my mom had been] grateful that you were here in tact, safe of mind and body but that doesn't make up for those hours of worrying and wondering. And then is it so bad that a part of me would have made those feelings justified if you had maybe scraped your knee instead of finding you skipping down the sidewalk - mindless of the frantic scare you sent me in?
It was irrational as much as it made sense. I acknowledged that and stated I just needed time to calm down. He promptly fetched me my cat and insisted I cuddle with him - my weakness. It did make me feel better though.
So now after a nights rest, I'm feeling much less vengeful now.
And also it is our One Year Anniversary!
He did get me a necklace and perfume. Which him having the foresight to purchase a gift on time is impressive enough.
However, all of that completely blew the plans of writing some Transformer fics out of the water. And now I'm discombobulated and trying to get started all over again - we're due to visit family and have a nice dinner. Perhaps no writing will be had today and that will make me sad. Though it'll give me something to brainstorm when I go back to work the coming week....
My day started at 1:30AM this morning with a phone call from my husband, who had gone into the city for a party. I had been upstairs reading when he left and had assumed the following from my habitual husband:
1) He drove himself
2) He would be home within an hour
3) He would not drink
I assume these things because they are steps he executes in almost any situation regarding a get together of more than 4 people. Also being Asian, he get's the flush to the extreme and finds drinking an unpleasant experience. That phone call which spanned only 2 minutes of time before his phone went dead blew all of those into oblivion. My phone rings:
"Hello?"
"Hey honey, what you doing?"
"Reading [fanfiction], what are you doing?"
"Well the party is boring and I want to go home. So I'm walking."
"Wait, what?"
"Yeah Alex is taking way too long. The conversations going on are so lame. I even drank and that didn't help. So I'm going to walk. I might not be back till like... five."
"Wait a second, where-"
And then I get that beep that indicates call ended. At first I thought OH hell no, he better not have hung up on me. Then I realized it was my husband I was thinking about here and pushed redial.
Instant voicemail.
His phone is dead.
And did he say he was walking home? From the city? That was a four hour walk. In the dead middle of night he was going to walk home between two college towns?
A quick call to a friend who had Alex's number did indeed confirm that my husband had wandered off without saying anything to anyone. Said friend suggested I check one of the two roads that led straight back to our city and so off I went.
Three hours later, I had given up and resolved to sit at home and wait for him to show up. Rationally, I knew he was more likely than not going to be a-okay.
But I kept imagining him getting hit by cars, mugged, falling in a ditch and twisting an ankle, being picked up by a serial killer... I was furious. I knew he had been talking about going to get food at Denny's, so I creeped around the Denny's and the two 24-hour McDonalds on the main strip back to our house. As I approached the 24-hour donut shop I slowed down and turned on my blinker, then thought better of it as I was only 2 minutes from our house.
And not even half a second after I pass that shop do I see the jaunty sauntering of my husbands backside.
I slammed on the brakes as I pinned him with my Evil Glare as he waved at me, surprised and innocent to the fact that I had been patroling back and forth between our cities looking for him.
"How did you fine me?!" He asks as he flops down into my passanger seat. I think my expression was a horrible mashup of disbelief, anger, and relief that he was intact and okay.
"Do you have any idea how angry I am right now?"
His eyebrows go up, "No...?"
I call his buddies to let them know (the time was now 3:40AM) that I had found him and he was okay. Thank you for helping me and trying to keep me calm but I need to tear off his head now so we'll talk later thanks.
I decide the best damage control was to keep quiet until I was sure on what I wanted to say. Hubby did not take that approach, instead he peppered me with inquiries and apologizes the full 2 minute drive home to me stomping up stairs and into our bed.
He was confused why I was angry. Why? Why! And then I had to explain it to him, knowing how practicle and logical and how infuriatingly male he was, he just wouldn't get it. I did it anyway and I was met with that silence that screams 'I don't understand why you're feeling this way but I do get that I'm in big trouble, so I won't say it.'
Now I know how my mother felt when I would come home late from curfew. "I'm here now," I had said to her and my husband mimicked those same platitudes. Yes, I was [and my mom had been] grateful that you were here in tact, safe of mind and body but that doesn't make up for those hours of worrying and wondering. And then is it so bad that a part of me would have made those feelings justified if you had maybe scraped your knee instead of finding you skipping down the sidewalk - mindless of the frantic scare you sent me in?
It was irrational as much as it made sense. I acknowledged that and stated I just needed time to calm down. He promptly fetched me my cat and insisted I cuddle with him - my weakness. It did make me feel better though.
So now after a nights rest, I'm feeling much less vengeful now.
And also it is our One Year Anniversary!
He did get me a necklace and perfume. Which him having the foresight to purchase a gift on time is impressive enough.
However, all of that completely blew the plans of writing some Transformer fics out of the water. And now I'm discombobulated and trying to get started all over again - we're due to visit family and have a nice dinner. Perhaps no writing will be had today and that will make me sad. Though it'll give me something to brainstorm when I go back to work the coming week....