Poor Bill. He got the full brunt of my drunken attitude. I wasn't being mouthy or staggering around, but if he said left, I said right. If he said up, I said "don't tell me what to do!". *groan* I did all but burn up my phone battery because I was texting Cassandra all.night.long. She was two hours behind me, so it's not like she was sleeping. But drunk-texting my 13 year old is not going get me Mother of the Year. I bought her some earrings, so maybe it evened out. I missed her so much, though. I suppose all children need material for their future therapy, so I was happy to oblige.
What does this have to do with Bill loving me? I'll tell you! The next morning, I was feeling a little rough. This would be the aforementioned hangover I wrote about in the first paragraph. Bill and I had breakfast, then he said he wanted to take me to the Outlet Mall at Loveland. Oh boy, I thought. Just what I don't want to do, walk around a bunch of stores to look at things I won't buy because we don't need it, or it won't fit in our suitcase.
So we're driving and driving, going over speedbumps and slamming to a halt at the 473729 stop signs in the parking lot. I thought he was doing it on purpose to get back at me for my binge the night before.
But then, he turned the corner.
And there...there it was.
Where I bought this
My world was put into perspective. Bill understood how I felt, I had a return ticket home, and Cassandra would be able to speak to her therapist with confidence and her head held high. Life made sense again.