Well, i know it's been a loong time since i have written, but life, as usual got in the way. Syr possibly has a job coming at the end of the month, and She took the civil service exam for the state. So, as usual, We are waiting and chomping at the bit.
my faith in God has really pulled me through most of the stressful situations we have encountered in the last few months. But Friday, especially God came through when i would have otherwise lost it.
Rhonda left Her temp job at the cemetery on Friday, only to have the brakes stop functioning as soon as She left the gates. May i just add We live just about 5 miles from said cemetery. i figured excitedly She was finally getting interviewed, but alas, no. As soon as She stepped through the door, She exclaimed "I only hit one person!" And, perplexed, and confused, i retorted with "What the fuck do you mean you only hit ONE person?" i waited impatiently as She caught her breath.
She explained to me what had happened. i was shaken to my core. There is NO way She should have made it home in one piece, let alone alive. The fact that the guy She hit was really cool about the bump, and left it at that, was also remarkable. As We stood for a moment, and i held onto Her tight, She wrestled free to check out the car.
A few minutes later, She came back, perplexed. She couldn't figure out where the problem was. my Wife has been a gear-head for over 20 years, and i could tell She was frustrated. The best She could deduct, was the catalytic converter blew, even though that didn't seem to be the problem, either.
As We sat down to figure out any options, We realized We were fucked. She hadn't received a bus pass for the month, and we only had $46 dollars in the bank account. As my stress level lept to massive bounds, my Wife helped calm me down, and face facts.
1. There was absolutely nothing We could do about it.
2. There was a reason this had happened, and that She came home alive.
3. We needed to use Our "radical acceptance" skills.
4. There was something to learn from this.
So, amazingly, i got through the weekend, relatively uneurotic, or bitchy, amazing for me. i did lose it at my cousin and best friend's house. i hadn't cried over it, i just had kinda went into instant survival mode. So losing it was a healthy thing for me.
After a good cry, my beloved friend said she would pay for our car expenses. Wifey and i were floored, and stunned. Our friends have often in the last couple years we have known them, been beyond good to us, and helping us to have a semblance of normalcy. So, my Wife and i being the good broken children we are, felt immensely guilty and troubled over their generosity. We told them not only would we pay them back, but i would help them cleaning wise with anything they needed. Ever. my friend laughed and said i didn't have to do that, but i really mean it.
On top of everything, my best friend offered to take Wifey to work and back. i'm not sure how we got so lucky.
On the other hand, Wifey and i are trying to find our "happy medium" place with play. Right now, there is so much stress and nervousness, We haven't really been in a good head space for anything. We are hoping that the arrival of a job, and steady income will bring a happier, lighter, hornier attitude at our house.
But it doesn't mean that i haven't busying my little submissive self with full time service to my Syr. That is one of the biggest things that brings me peace. And apparently, it works for my Wife as well.
Gotta get it where you can, eh?
7 years ago
