Well it is official... my first break down since the death of my Dad. Yesterday on my way home from work my car began losing power... I quickly got out of the busy rush-hour traffic and pulled into a parking lot.
Once in the parking lot, I proceeded to call my hubby. I explained to him what was happening and he walked me through a few possible fixes over the phone. Nothing worked... he decided he would have to come to my "rescue"... and told me to sit in the car with it off until he got there.
I hung up the phone and immediately without thinking tears began to fall... not just a few... but MANY MANY tears. I realized at that moment... my Dad was not around to be the next call I made. Normally in this situation... I would have picked up the phone after calling Deven to get my Dad's opinion (of course I would tell him to not tell Deven I called)... There was noone to call...
I sat there... broken car... broken heart... broken down...
Deven did arrive and "rescue" me... we drove the car home... over-heating and losing power. Still not sure what is wrong with it... but I do know yesterday I was "triple broken"... who knows how many more of those are to come!
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