- 4 years ago
- Wedding: September 2015
I had to drive DH’s truck home last night. He needed to pick up his car… it’s old, decrepit, and the dashboard is lit up like a Christmas tree with ‘Check Engine’ lights. He won’t dare let me drive that car… it’s not safe enough. So, I was forced to drive his BELOVED pick-up truck. The one physical possession I sometimes worry he loves more than me. Yes, he’s “That Guy” when it comes to his truck. He spent TWO DAYS cleaning it last week, he’s constantly admiring it, I even catch a slight smile on his face every time he looks at it. Like a father admiring his baby. *eye roll*
I backed it into a fence.
It was dark, I couldn’t see where I was going and before you know it I hear the awful sound of barbed wire scraping metal. I quickly pull into the driveway and yell for my husband and he, with his head hung low, quietly says “I know. I heard it”. My heart sinks.
I scramble up the back porch, desperately apologize over and over. I know he’s mad/sad/angry/hurt/frustrated. He trusted me to drive this prized possession and I recklessly hit a fence.
He, after smoking a cigarette and grabbing a beer, went to survey the scene. His first concern was to check the fence to make sure the cows couldn’t get out (fence was fine). He then, cringing, shines a light on his bumper. It’s hanging by a thread…. Useless. Unfixable. Needs a whole new bumper. Then the flashlight makes its way up…….. to the scratches. The taillight and tailgate bare awful, deep scrapes like battle wounds. I desperately shout “I’ll buff them out! I’ll fix it!” and he, deflated, says “Nope…. You can’t buff them out. It would need to be repainted”.
He makes his way back to the porch and I can see on his face that he’s devastated. I, feeling awful, couldn’t hold back my tears. I start sobbing and repeating over and over “I’ll get it fixed… I’m so sorry…I’ll get it fixed”. He stops what he’s doing, looks at me, and says “Are you crying? Please, please don’t cry! It’s just a truck. A stupid object. Accidents happen! As long as you are okay… as long as I have you still, I don’t care about a damn truck. We’ll fix the bumper and the scratches will just add some character. Please don’t cry, I don’t want you to be upset! It’s you and me, baby. As long as we have each other, silly things like this just don’t matter”. Bless his wonderful heart for being so kind! (although, it made me feel worse… such a sweet guy doesn’t deserve this! I almost WISH he would just be mad).
He even went inside and started cooking ME dinner and told ME to relax and calm down and everything will be okay. Ugh… I begged him to let me cook dinner and try to make up for what I did but the sweet, sweet man he is was more concerned about making ME feel better. WWHHHHYYYYYY did I have to hit that fence?! WWWHHHHYYYYYY do I have to be the worst wife on the planet…. Destroying his most loved possession?! WWWHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYY DOES HE HAVE TO BE SOOOOOO NICE ABOUT IT?!? I feel AWFUL.
Please, tell me stories of when you goofed up like this… MAKE ME FEEL LIKE LESS OF A HORRIBLE WIFE.