Well I found out where my husband was. He got arrested with his buddies and I got a call from the police station to go get him. I can't believe how angry I am. He was beat up and limping and I didnt even feel an ounce of sadness for him I actually wanted to hurt him more. He asked me when I got so evil and I replied that I got evil slowly through many nights sitting wondering where the hell he was. We are in our mid 30's and his "buddies" are all in the early 20's. I just feel defeated and dispappointed and so so angry.