I was pretty confident I was going to be just fine when we began the 45 minute drive. I had a song I wanted to play while we were passing the exit, and told my husband I was going to do a simple giving of the bird, and then continue singing the happy song I had chosen.
Unfortunately, it took a bigger toll on me than I was expecting. Seeing the 7-11 he’d stop at after leaving her apartment sometimes got me. Made me think about the bank statements showing he had been there the day after our anniversary. Then seeing it, actually seeing her apartment complex. I didn’t realize it was so visible from the interstate. So yeah, there was screaming and a lot of crying. Lots of “F you’s” and “I hate you’s” to buildings with my window rolled down looking like a complete psycho.
He pulled off the interstate and got me a tea and we talked about it for a few minutes. Just how hard that was for me. How difficult it is not to let the anger take over and say forget the whole thing. He did his best to be understanding and supportive. Then I didn’t want to talk about it anymore. I wanted to play my happy song, and focus on having a good time the rest of the evening.
And ya know what?? I had a freaking blast! I had a hot dog, some cheese fries, and way overpriced beer. I really liked the friend and his wife, and enjoyed getting to know the wife a bit. The new stadium was really neat, and overall it was a lot of fun.
We went to a bar after and I stayed out way too late, drank way too much, but had a great time. Sucks hangovers in your 30s are not like hangovers in your 20s. 😂
Thanks for all the suggestions, and for those who thought about me yesterday! It really helped me to read the encouraging words before we headed that direction. Appreciate you guys!!
ETA we sat outside at the bar, and it wasn’t crowded at all. The tables were socially distanced. Before anyone yells at me.
[This message edited by Underserving at 7:50 PM, April 17th (Saturday)]