Tuesday, April 5, 2016

Vehicular Manslaughtering

She got out of work and booked it to their car insurance appointment.  They both currently had full coverage, and the funds were just not there for that any longer.  He texted her several times before she got there, telling her to meet him inside and then in the office.  It was an understatement to say she was stressed out and just wanted to get this over with.

It turned out they could cut costs by a lot, but it was still more money apart than together.  She went against her better judgement and decided to remain together on the policy for now.  During the end of the meeting BFF called her, and she sent her to voicemail.

When they finished up their meeting she checked the voicemail, but her husband started talking to her at the same time.  She was pulled in different directions, half listening to the message and half listening to her husband, in the end not really listening to anyone.  She just gathered that the voicemail was wanting to see if she wanted to hang out, and her husband was saying the free preview of his play was tonight, and did she want to go.  He said he was talking to PJ and HE said he was going with AB, as if that would change her mind one way or another.  He gave her back her tire pump.  He was still driving around on a spare from a couple of days ago when he ran over a nail.  They weren't getting his replacement tire in until the next day.

"BFF just left me a voicemail, I need to call her back.  We'll try to make it."  She said.  "I have to go return these props from Goldie's movie before I do anything else, I need that money back on my card for the move."  She could tell he felt hurt, but she had things to do and couldn't placate him any more.

She returned the props, called BFF and met up with her at her house.  On the way she called Mo who was also having trouble in his marriage.  His wife was checking his bank account and questioning every charge, completely unhealthy for the marriage.  Mo was very stubborn, and not willing to listen to her advice.  She could do nothing but tell him to hang in there, and feel what he needed to feel.

The play was amusing, and it was nice to see everyone.  Because it was preview night, the cast was still getting notes, so they headed out right afterwards to go home.

She was getting her things ready for the next work day when she got a text from her husband.

"And I just got in a car wreck."

Her heart plummeted.  She called him, he said that everyone was pretty much fine, but he had run a red light, making it his fault.  Not a scratch on his car, but he took the front bumper off the other car.  She said to call when he was headed home and they hung up."

Tears already forming, she called BFF who answered right away.  "He got in a car accident, HOURS after we took down our car insurance.  I felt bad for him paying more money and so we stayed together on the policy and now MY insurance is going to go up.  I can't do this anymore, I can't..."

"There is nothing you can do right now.  Take a deep breath." BFF said to her calmly.  "You can't change what has already happened, and you are going to end up in the hospital if you don't let it go.  This is on him and he will have to take care of it, it's not your problem anymore."

She was right.  She thanked her, and went to lay down.  She got another call from her husband.  "The cops were nice, everyone was okay but the other guy went to the hospital since it was right across the street to get checked out."

"Was he driving an expensive car?" She asked with a hollow voice.

"No," he replied "Just an old Ford Taurus."

"Good.  I'm glad everyone is okay.  I have to get up in the morning for work so I'm going to bed now."

"I'll be home in 10 minutes."

"I might be asleep.  If I am I'll see you tomorrow."

She was almost asleep by the time he got home, and he made plenty of noise to try and wake her.  She pretended to be asleep, and he left the room to go downstairs on his computer.

Out of sheer exhaustion she fell into a deep sleep.  She awoke more angry than upset.

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