"Hey, I just want to let you know that I got into a car accident, but I'm totally fine."
"Are you okay?"
"Yes, I just said I was fine."
"You sure?" The New Husband is clearly concerned since he's not there to assess the damage himself.
"Yes, yes, I'm sure. I still have to pick up the marriage license and then I'm coming straight home. I'm not going to run the other errands."
"Okay, I'll see you at home. Be safe."
I don't much take my foot off the brake the rest of the way to City Hall and further on to home. I slide into a parking space near the entrance of our building, and still shaken, make my way to our apartment. He comes home not long after. "Where's the car. I didn't see it."
"It's right in front. I'll come out with you and show you the damage."
We make our way down the hall and into the marble lobby and eventually out to the parking lot. I walk him around to the front of the car. "So, I had my foot on the brake and I was easing it off, but I wasn't looking ahead because I was actually looking for the turn to City Hall. I only tapped the guy at like less than five miles an hour."
"Well how much damage did he have to his car?"
I walk over to an SUV parked nearby. I point to the rubber piece atop the normal bumper. "See that rubber piece? Well that came off, and then see how the bumper wraps around like that? Well that wasn't off, but it wasn't sitting flat against the car anymore, it kinda popped out a little bit."
"That doesn't sound so bad. So what's wrong with your car?"
We go back over to my car and we're looking at the front end, "Oddly enough, it only cracked this piece right here," I said, pointing to a small crack in the front that covers the air intake, "But I'm concerned I may have bent the frame because look, my hood doesn't sit flat anymore and there's a little accordian fold right there towards the driver's side window."
"This isn't bad at all, considering you hit an SUV."
"I know! I'm surprised!"
"I wouldn't have even gotten the insurance companies involved."
"I didn't want to, but he insisted. I noticed he had a commercial driver's license, even though the vehicle looked personal. I wonder if that had anything to do with it. Oh well."
He gave me a hug. "I'm glad it wasn't worse."
I hugged back, "Me too. I think I have ADHD."
"What? No way."
"Yeah, so I was reading about it and it says that in adults, the hyperactivity can come across like being easily distracted and constantly having racing thoughts and being engrossed in a million things at once..."
He cut me off, "Yeah, that's you alright."
"Well I always just thought it was me being Type A. You know how I always preface things with that." He nodded. "But I think it's more than that. This is technically my third accident in a year."
"You don't pay attention much when you're driving."
"That's my point! I mean, the two others were me hitting inanimate objects, but still...they caused damage to my car. I know how to drive. I don't think I need lessons. It's not that...it's that when I'm behind the wheel, I become completely distracted by everything else - even if the everything else is the stuff running through my mind. I think I'm going to get checked out."
"Those tests are expensive."
"I know, but we have insurance."
"So what are you going to do if they tell you you have it?"
"I don't know. I'd have to see what treatment plan they recommend."
"Alright, well, you do what you feel you need to do."
Most of our evening was spent in separate locations. I sat at our computer for over five hours putting together a book of our wedding photos to print and make for our parents and grandparents. An old acquaintance of his was coming by for a visit, so he went to the billiards room with another acquaintance from the building - one that I don't particularly care for - so I just continued working until I finally couldn't keep my eyes open anymore.
We had a good chat when he came home about how I don't like this particular acquaintance and how I'm glad he doesn't spend that much time with him. This is a far cry from how we communicated and handled situations two years ago when we first began dating. I can accept that he's got some people in his life I don't like and that doesn't mean he needs to not have them in his life, particulaly since he doesn't bring them around me, which eases tensions. At the same time, there are some folks in my life that he's less than pleased with, but it doesn't disrupt our relationship either.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes, I just said I was fine."
"You sure?" The New Husband is clearly concerned since he's not there to assess the damage himself.
"Yes, yes, I'm sure. I still have to pick up the marriage license and then I'm coming straight home. I'm not going to run the other errands."
"Okay, I'll see you at home. Be safe."
I don't much take my foot off the brake the rest of the way to City Hall and further on to home. I slide into a parking space near the entrance of our building, and still shaken, make my way to our apartment. He comes home not long after. "Where's the car. I didn't see it."
"It's right in front. I'll come out with you and show you the damage."
We make our way down the hall and into the marble lobby and eventually out to the parking lot. I walk him around to the front of the car. "So, I had my foot on the brake and I was easing it off, but I wasn't looking ahead because I was actually looking for the turn to City Hall. I only tapped the guy at like less than five miles an hour."
"Well how much damage did he have to his car?"
I walk over to an SUV parked nearby. I point to the rubber piece atop the normal bumper. "See that rubber piece? Well that came off, and then see how the bumper wraps around like that? Well that wasn't off, but it wasn't sitting flat against the car anymore, it kinda popped out a little bit."
"That doesn't sound so bad. So what's wrong with your car?"
We go back over to my car and we're looking at the front end, "Oddly enough, it only cracked this piece right here," I said, pointing to a small crack in the front that covers the air intake, "But I'm concerned I may have bent the frame because look, my hood doesn't sit flat anymore and there's a little accordian fold right there towards the driver's side window."
"This isn't bad at all, considering you hit an SUV."
"I know! I'm surprised!"
"I wouldn't have even gotten the insurance companies involved."
"I didn't want to, but he insisted. I noticed he had a commercial driver's license, even though the vehicle looked personal. I wonder if that had anything to do with it. Oh well."
He gave me a hug. "I'm glad it wasn't worse."
I hugged back, "Me too. I think I have ADHD."
"What? No way."
"Yeah, so I was reading about it and it says that in adults, the hyperactivity can come across like being easily distracted and constantly having racing thoughts and being engrossed in a million things at once..."
He cut me off, "Yeah, that's you alright."
"Well I always just thought it was me being Type A. You know how I always preface things with that." He nodded. "But I think it's more than that. This is technically my third accident in a year."
"You don't pay attention much when you're driving."
"That's my point! I mean, the two others were me hitting inanimate objects, but still...they caused damage to my car. I know how to drive. I don't think I need lessons. It's not that...it's that when I'm behind the wheel, I become completely distracted by everything else - even if the everything else is the stuff running through my mind. I think I'm going to get checked out."
"Those tests are expensive."
"I know, but we have insurance."
"So what are you going to do if they tell you you have it?"
"I don't know. I'd have to see what treatment plan they recommend."
"Alright, well, you do what you feel you need to do."
Most of our evening was spent in separate locations. I sat at our computer for over five hours putting together a book of our wedding photos to print and make for our parents and grandparents. An old acquaintance of his was coming by for a visit, so he went to the billiards room with another acquaintance from the building - one that I don't particularly care for - so I just continued working until I finally couldn't keep my eyes open anymore.
We had a good chat when he came home about how I don't like this particular acquaintance and how I'm glad he doesn't spend that much time with him. This is a far cry from how we communicated and handled situations two years ago when we first began dating. I can accept that he's got some people in his life I don't like and that doesn't mean he needs to not have them in his life, particulaly since he doesn't bring them around me, which eases tensions. At the same time, there are some folks in my life that he's less than pleased with, but it doesn't disrupt our relationship either.
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