In case you haven't heard:
The last time I was home, I wrecked the Mini. I was like 2 blocks from Ry's house, on the way to drop off tax documents. It was so awful to have to call him to say, "Ry, I just got into an accident." The good thing is that now that I'm not his wife, he was a lot more in tune with my sadness and didn't say anything to make me feel worse. I let him comfort me and take care of business. It gave me another reason to cry...
Every time I feel like I'm making headway in running away from the me that loved and needed him, something happens to make me question myself. Wwhy did the accident happen then, at that moment? What does it mean? And why did it happen so that he was the one that was physically closest? And why did I let him take care of everything? I felt so out of place. Am I really doing the right thing? I feel like I am, but am I?
I found out on Friday that the car is definitely totalled and just have to hear from insurance company as to what's next. Car shopping, again...
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Raquelita, no te preocupes tanto. Shit, when i got into my accident i would have been happy to let someone else deal w/my mess. unfortunately, dithmar was gone and i had to haul ass to la escuela.
hey dude, your blog is cool, but i feel like i'm reading your diary. i've never blogged before. can you tell?
i just pigged out w/ dithmar. we went to a bomb ass sushi place in Lakewood. it was pretty non-assuming, just some little sushi place at a mini mall but the yellow tail collar was to- die-for. and just when i thought i couldn't have any more to eat, we went to Red Mango. It's like Pinkberry but better. Next time you roll by the LBC, i'm sure dithmar will want to take you. he's obsessed with it, plus he says he can roll with you.
cuidate, vero
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