Up in the Air

27 May

Yesterday, i went to this music festival with some friends like i do every year on Memorial Day Weekend.  i wanted to go with Sir, but He didn’t know if He was going or not, and wanted to go with His friends that He usually goes with if He did.

So that was ok. 

He said if I ~ or we ~ didn’t get home too late, He’d come over, spend the night, and then we’d have some time this morning too.

He ended up not going.  We texted a couple of  times during the day.  

So i texted him at 8:30, said i was leaving at 9.  Didn’t hear back.

Texted at 9, said i’d left.

Texted when i got home.  

Texted to let Him know the back door was unlocked when i got in the shower.

Waited.

Waited.

Waited.

Emailed Him at 10:30 to tell Him i was going to bed.

Maybe 9:00 was too late?  Maybe He’d already fallen asleep.  Maybe He’s broken a hip and can’t get up.

i don’t know.  i haven’t heard back from Him yet.

i don’t know what to do.  It’s only 7:30 in the morning as i write this.  He could still be asleep.

Or in a coma on the kitchen floor.

Eventually, if i don’t hear from Him, i guess i can message His daughter and ask her if she’s talked to Him.  Or something.  Or maybe not.

Or i could send the police by His house for a wellness check.  LOL…

No, you know you really can do that.  We’ve done it with clients before.  The police will go by and just make sure the person’s there and ok.  And anyone can ask them to.  But noooooo, i wouldn’t do that.  In fact, i should go back and delete the thought.

But i won’t.  {giggling…}  It would be kind of funny, wouldn’t it?  The police show up, “Sorry to disturb you, sir, we just got a call from this woman who thought you might be incapacitated.  Oh, you just fell asleep?  Well, you better call her and let her know…”

LOL

Ok, no.  That’s not even funny.  Sorry.  Not laughing.

So for now i’ll just hold the tension of not knowing what’s going on, not knowing what it’s about.  i’m on the edge of hurt and angry, but reserving judgement.

Probably His cell phone battery ran down again and He thought i got home too late to do anything.

Sigh.

7 Responses to “Up in the Air”

  1. foxy May 27, 2012 at 7:58 am #

    AWH!!! poor you {{{hugs}}} hope he makes up for the worry he caused you

    • aisha May 27, 2012 at 8:02 am #

      Thanks, Foxy.

      But um, while you’re hoping, hope it’s not the broken hip/coma first, ok? Laughing…

      aisha

      • foxy May 27, 2012 at 9:30 am #

        hehe

  2. sin May 27, 2012 at 8:04 am #

    Oh Aisha, It’s funny cause it’s true right?

    I get this, I’ve lived this, we’ve all lived this. Is it a girl thing? I dunno, but this sounds exactly like me some days.

    He’s fine, his battery ran down or he left his cell in the living room or his car or it’s on silent. He didn’t fall and break a hip and you need to go for brunch with friends and he’ll turn up eventually. Not only that but he still loves and cares about you and won’t get what the issue was.

    Big hug. Go for brunch with some friends. Find something else to do. Go on. Go.

    -sin

    • aisha May 27, 2012 at 8:08 am #

      Dear Sin,

      i love you.

      aisha

      {Friends coming at 4 for another music festival… good times all weekend long!)

  3. alice May 27, 2012 at 9:57 am #

    Yes. I understand too. The worry escalates and takes on an existance it it’s own right. Don’t listen to it and it wil turn into a puff of smoke. ( By the time you read this it probably already has done:-) )

    • aisha May 29, 2012 at 4:44 am #

      Hi, Alice,

      Yep, it does that ~ and obviously, it did blow away… Thanks for the support!

      aisha

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