life just won't let us be
This morning, I omitted mentioning that Jesse and I almost got killed on 93S in Boston, in the tunnels, on our way home from the aquarium. Jesse was driving in my car, and someone just drove right into our lane as if we weren't there. Jesse somehow managed to slam on the brakes and pull right around him. We ended up right back in the lane, but it was an extremely scary moment of seeing car-guardrail-tunnel wall-barricades-feeling the car slide and hearing my brakes scream-I was screaming-and then we were fine. The two cars-wall-barricades never collided, we were fine and there was not even a scratch to show what had just happened, just some new tire marks on the ground I'm sure.
Today, Jesse had to drive in to the city again to pick up his friend Chris, and his car broke down right on Storough Drive. The police came quickly but still Jesse and Chris had to abandon the car and run for their lives across traffic to avoid possibly getting killed-everyone was fine and there were no accidents while getting the car towed-but it was extremely bad and I feel awful that I didn't notice the many phone messages he sent me during the day while I was sleeping-poor Jesse has been in the city dealing with car repairmen since 8:00 am this morning.
I am meeting him at the train station after I get my tooth fixed. Maybe we can still salvage a nice evening out of all this. I love him, and I am so relieved that he is okay. He is amazing, not even complaining about what a crappy day I'm sure he has had as he asks me over the phone if it's okay for him to spend another night here.
When I think of how deadly either of these incidents could have been, I can't help but curl-up-and-shiver-and-feel-nauseous.
Today, Jesse had to drive in to the city again to pick up his friend Chris, and his car broke down right on Storough Drive. The police came quickly but still Jesse and Chris had to abandon the car and run for their lives across traffic to avoid possibly getting killed-everyone was fine and there were no accidents while getting the car towed-but it was extremely bad and I feel awful that I didn't notice the many phone messages he sent me during the day while I was sleeping-poor Jesse has been in the city dealing with car repairmen since 8:00 am this morning.
I am meeting him at the train station after I get my tooth fixed. Maybe we can still salvage a nice evening out of all this. I love him, and I am so relieved that he is okay. He is amazing, not even complaining about what a crappy day I'm sure he has had as he asks me over the phone if it's okay for him to spend another night here.
When I think of how deadly either of these incidents could have been, I can't help but curl-up-and-shiver-and-feel-nauseous.