The truck was packed up in a torrential downpour. Eight inches of rain fell in parts of Tampa (35 miles north) on moving day. And there was my DH, the only employed person among the five adults present, moving furniture and boxes up and down a slippery ramp.
It’s not just the income. It’s everything about him. What would I do without him? I simply can’t bear the thought.
Perhaps I should stop thinking about it. It’s a thought that’s been hovering in the back of my mind since the scary episode of several months ago. I wonder if I bring it to the front and acknowledge it if I can make it go away.
I know exactly how you feel. –Brenda
With hubby being a cop I think of this every night. What would I do? I am independent and can get things done BUT those days are changing and I am becoming more dependent on him. It makes me appreciate more how tough life would be without him around. Plus he’s my best bud so I would be totally pissed off.
You have a wonderful hubby, Ann. He’s lucky to have you, too.
Ann, you sound like my DW. She gets really worried about my anxiety attacks and nervous ticks. She fears I’m going to have a heart attack. I’d think a stroke more likely, myself.