Today my car battery died. I hit the light yesterday and didn’t realize it. My first thought was how mad my husband was going to be. Which is the dumbest thing to think because he wouldn’t get mad at me or yell at me. He never has. Yet the fear made me sick to my stomach. I sat holding the steering wheel so worried. For nothing. Because he is a good man and a wonderful husband.
The fear comes from years of being made to feel that way if any accident occured. Don once punched a hole in the wall and pushed me to the ground because i was in a car accident. I would be screamed at. And because of that I’m afraid of making a mistake. My poor husband has to live with me like this. The man is a saint.
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