Sunday

Valentines Day... I got text bombed.

Nabal says he's:
Stupid, confused, won't ever drink again, thinks alcohol makes his brain sick, cries sometimes thinking of the things he as done, wishes we could be together.

Yup, he's Mary-less on Valentines.

It dawned on me, he wanted me to call so he could either tell the kids...friends...that I called because I love him. The exact same thing he did a few weeks ago when I finally called him. When we got off the phone he told our daughter that I told him that I loved him. She told me because she was pretty sure I indeed had not. (probably checking to make sure I hadn't finally lost my mind)

It was so very cold today that I pulled out and wore my old winter pants I had when I worked outdoors. They are slightly ragged and stained, but a dang good brand. They were not tattered when I was stopped working. Nabal got hold of them years ago and I found them in his truck. When I asked him why he hadn't bought his own he replied that I'd never work again, thus never need them again. Heck, it's still cold and I can wear them work or no. I hid them for a few years.

Why did I do such a thing? Nabal gave away or 'used' most of my work tools. I'd notice when I went to look for them to fix something around the house. He would give me the same answer. I didn't need them because I wasn't working. How dare he?! These were my tools. I work around the house. If I wanted to keep them till I'm old and toothless....that's my business and right! I'd buy new tools, and he'd 'need' them eventually. I wouldn't know until I again needed to use them. Yup, part of the game.