The accident happened and I slid into another world. Answering the phone, shaking hands, hugging people whose names I remembered but either had never met or hadn’t seen since I was a child.
He became my rock in the storm.
He held me when I cried, handed me tissues. He came to the wake and stayed there (directly in my line of sight) the entire time. Three hours of nonstop handshaking and hugging and Thankyouforcoming and Weappreciateyerprayers and Yeshewillbemissed. He stayed the entire three hours just to be sure I was OK.
There are things that need to be done around the house – he says he can do those things. I nod my head, relieved that I won’t have to worry about them. There are renovations that need to be done, a house prepared for sale. He talks to Mama about doing the renovation work for her – bids it as a complete job.
On the day we’re supposed to work around my house, he is nowhere to be found. He doesn’t answer the phone, and I’m NOT going to call his mama. He had taken a “muscle relaxer” (he calls it codeine) and slept most of the day. We rescheduled for the next Saturday.
The next Saturday he tells me he’ll be at my house after he takes care of blowing leaves at his Grandma’s house. Again, he’s a no-show.