Well, I broke my own no contact rule--again!
AH and I were both supposed to be at this centennial celebration in our town today and it was stressing me out. He was really excited about it and wanted to go together, blah, blah, blah. You know, keep up appearances.
Well, this morning he calls and he isn't so sure he wants to go. Of course, I bite and say, "Why?"
He says he has a busted lip. Why? He doesn't know but maybe it happened when he wrecked his truck night before last. Of course, he isn't sure where exactly he wrecked his truck or anything like that. He was able to drive it on home, but it has some damage.
So, now he thinks maybe he needs help. YA THINK?
He wants me to come over today and help him figure out what to do.
I've told him a 100 times what he should do. He is breaking my heart. It's so hard.
