Latest voicemail….

After I snapped at My Mikey earlier, we made up, thank God. I listened to my voicemails shortly after he left for the job orientation thing. On my voicemail was the sweetest voice in creation. He was searching for an escape from the chaos around him, and instead, I snapped at him. It is NOT okay that I had just woken up by hearing Lola’s LOUD voice. Her voice startled me awake, and that’s never good to do. Well, Mikey called about a minute after she woke me, and I was REALLY irritable, so when he said the words, "I just called to let you know I’ve got to go now.", I griped at him and said, "That’s the greatest fucking thing to hear right now!!!!" He lost his composure for a moment and yelled, "Thanks for the support! BYE!"

Now tell me how I was supposed to feel about that. SCARED. That’s how! I called him back, and he was crying. I again hurt him, as I have been doing more of lately. I guess my fear of his somehow missing the next flight on October 2 has turned me ugly again. I am not going to fear now, baby. No fear, because fear turns me ugly.

When I heard the voicemail, I immediately knew how stressed he had been before calling me. He sounded his normal self on the phone with me, but in this voicemail, he started crying and told me the day had gone to hell and he wanted to be away from there and home with me. My baby cried, y’all. I hate that sound so much, because Mikey has certainly suffered at least 10 times what a human should have to take. Maybe more like 1000 times more.

I am going to be the most romantic, sappy, loving, supportive husband alive tonight, and I make it my goal starting now to be that every day from here on. Bitch-slap me if you think I fail, k?

My Key, My Mikey, I love you with all my heart forever times pi cubed plus one,

Your Jack