“I’m not sure I want to move now.”
My chest started to tighten and my hands started to tingle. I needed to throw something, but I wasn’t 10 and I couldn’t act like that anymore. At least, not until I really heard him out. Even though he sometimes doesn’t do the same for me, it’s in my nature to just hear him out. And then clobber him.
“Um, ok. WHY don’t you want to move?”
“The other place just doesn’t feel safe. I think if we move there, I’ll be worrying about you two all day at work. I don’t think I can deal with that….not even for a year.”
Ok, I could get what he was saying. The neighborhood we were going to move to didn’t SEEM as nice or safe as the one we are currently in, but it actually was safer. The police station was right around the corner and others that I know lived there for a time had no problems whatsoever. Our current neighborhood isn’t bad either, but we did have an instance where our car was broken into and our stereo was stolen. When I reminded him of this, he just replied, “yes, I know, but I just don’t get a good feeling at the new place. I don’t want to move.”
My face literally turned red with anger and I wasn’t able to suppress the glare in my eyes any longer. I was truly upset. It was only 2 weeks before we were supposed to move our whole lives to this new place, and now he just decides he doesn’t like the place.When he noticed the look on my face, he said, “well, if you still want to move there, we’ll just move. I don’t care.”
Liar! Liar! I absolutely hate it when he does that! And he does it quite a bit when we are in disagreement. But, this wasn’t the time to do it. I just couldn’t understand his logic over the matter. He had a “feeling” but no real reason for not moving. We pretty much only had one day to figure this out now. I just didn’t know what to do.
I left the bedroom, went into the living room and just sat on the couch. I couldn’t figure out if I wanted to cry, scream or just fall asleep and hope that it would all be fixed the next day. I needed to talk to someone and fast. My mother-in-law is the one I usually run to when Hubby says or does something that I just don’t get. I mean, she IS his mother….who else would be the expert? But it was late, way late, and I didn’t want to wake her up. Plus, I didn’t want Hubby to be listening in on my conversation. Only one other person stood out in my mind right then. I knew she would still be up because she was in a totally different time zone and I could e-mail her for an answer. She was my Obi wan Kenobi and thus, my only hope…..
To be continued…..