So I'm searching the net, trying to figure out how I can check jails and hospitals, as I'm seriously starting to freak out now.
And I get a text.
"Fell asleep on a couch. Meant to be an hour. I am so sorry."
*cry*
Okay, he's okay. So glad he's okay. I'm so fucking pissed and I'm glad he's okay.
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Yes, I understand. You hope they're alive so you can kill them.
@Wissh -
I'm just glad he truly was scared when he walked through that door. He wasn't sure we would even be together and he thought he'd be smacked or kicked in the junk or something. Heh. But ya know, if I wasn't sick and weak feeling, it might have been more feisty, but we talked and I'm feeling better about it.
He fell asleep on "a" couch? I'd have asked HG, "was that a couch near a working phone?"
He will be good for a while about it then forget and need a reminder as to why that is not a good thing....I have been married for about 5 years and mine needs a reminder about once a year still
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