on my way back I told him I would call since the roads were bad and let him know I got home. Well, he didn't answer, then I started obssessing about whether he was drinking or not etc.....and I let it get the best of me...just wanting to know the truth
Ugh. I so remember this. Ugh. I so remember the hurt I would feel that he didn't even CARE whether or not I got home. I never got to the point where I could deal with the feelings I would get from this kind of thing and the obsessing, worry and panic. So I got rid of him completely. No, I didn't kill him LOL, I dumped him. Ahhhh....much better.