The Update That Should Have Come Days Ago
Okay, so, where did I leave off? I think the last thing I wrote about was the argument Drew and I had and the letter that I wrote him after he sent me those E-mails. Well, all that went down on Tuesday, and the next day, Wednesday, I texted him and asked if his knees and back were okay, since he said they were bothering him the previous night. He said no, they were still killing him and he didn’t think he’d last the rest of the night to be able to close. I said if there was no one else, I would cover for him, to just ask around and let me know, because my car was having work done on it and I needed to talk to them about when it would be ready. Well, he texts me later on, probably mid-afternoon and says he won’t be able to last, could I do it cuz there was no one else. I said sure, and we probably exchanged one or two other lines before he said ‘thank you and love you.’ I wrote back, ‘No problem, and … do you?’
He said yes, he did, and that my letter had made him realize how much I actully meant to him. He said that he still wanted me, and that he was mine, if I still wanted him. I said of course I did, but that we did have to agree to compromise. I’d back off some as far as questions went, but he also had to be willing to talk to me, even if it was hard for him. He said that he’d try.
Things seemed pretty good for a few days. Friday, the fifth, he got his tax return money and went and got himself a guitar, I think took care of something or other as far as the divorce went, and I had just left the apartment to do something when he texted me and asked if I wanted to meet him at IHOP and go eat. So we had a spur of the moment date at IHOP, which was nice. I talked to him about an idea I had about something to do with my return.
On Sunday, I used some of my leftover paycheck money and treated us to IHOP after we got off. Unfortunately, when I was trying to talk to him that night, he seemed to be closing off again, going on the whole ‘being suspicious of me asking anything about him’ and ‘it’s not your business’ kind of things again. I could almost sense another argument brewing soon if he was going to do that again. I didn’t want it to happen, but I didn’t know how to stop it.
Well, the next day, Monday, I was doubling at work, (as always,) and Drew called me in between five and five-thirty. When I answered, he told me something bad had happened and we had a huge problem. I asked what was wrong and he told me he’d gotten into a car accident and his car was totalled. My first response was "Oh, my God, are you okay?" He assured me he was fine, (thank God). And no other cars were involved. He was driving down the road at about forty miles per hour and he fell asleep at the wheel. It was probably for less than aminute, but it was enough for him to start going off the road. He woke up just in time to swerve and avoid hitting a telephone pole; thank God he did, too, because I guess the policeman who came to the scene after it happened said that if he’d hit the telephone pole, then he more than likely wouldn’t have come out of it unscathed. He would have been hurt, or possibly killed. (At least, though, he was wearing his seatbelt. Cuz for whatever reason, the airbags didn’t even go off in his car!)
Anyway, because of the accident, I drove him to and from work for the next week, and a week ago tomorrow, he was able to get another vehicle, thanks to a $1,050 loan from yours truly.
Since the accident, though, he’s been different. He’s talked to me more. And he told me that this coming paycheck, he would use some such amount from it and further things with the divorce. Cuz this past paycheck for both of us and my entire return went towards bills, the last of the money owed for the totalled car, and the down payment for his new one.
I have to admit, I loved Valentine’s Day. It was Sunday, and we both got off around six. We came back to the apartment after I made a quick stop at my parents’ to get this black dress that I wanted to wear for us to go out to dinner. We came back home and I said I was taking a quick shower and I hoped he’d change into some fancy-ish clothes, too. He asked me, "Like what?" and I suggested this blue button-down dress shirt he has. I pulled it out of his closet and on the hanger was also a belt and a tie. Lol, he told me he wasn’t gonna wear the tie and I said that was okay, I didn’t expect him to.
So, I took my shower, got in the dress and fixed my hair, put in contacts, and put some mascara on. When I opened the door, I saw Drew sitting on his bed, putting on a pair of black socks and black dress shoes. He was dressed in the fancier black belt with black pants, and the blue dress shirt, and my God, did he look good!
We went to dinner and didn’t really talk much. The food was good, though. But when we left, he said he thought he was coming down with a cold. As we were driving back, I voiced my suspicion that he didn’t like getting all dressed up, did he? He said no, he didn’t. That he’s more of a flannel shirt and jeans kinda guy. Yeah, he definitely is, but seriously, it should be illegal for someone who hates dressing up to look as good as he does when he goes fancy.
He pretty much changed into pajamas straight off, took the Thera-flu caplets that I recommended, and got into bed when we got back home. I hugged him and said goodnight, but a couple minutes later, I went back into his room and asked him if he wanted me to sleep in there with him that night. He made a sound like a baby puppy, the kind of hopeful sound that’s not really an answer, but more of a, ‘you will?’ So when all he would do is make that sound when I asked him, I think, two more times, I finally just said that I would get my pillows and I’d be in there in a little while.
I don’t know when I actually fell asleep on Sunday night. Drew was incredibly restless, poor thing. I was worried he had a fever, because when he was first falling asleep, he said he was cold, even though his skin felt hot. So, I did the best thing I knew to do when one has a fever. I turned the heat up in his room, and made sure he stayed covered with the blanket. It worked. I felt his forehead and cheeks on and off for the next couple hours, and it was around midnight that his fever broke. It was also around then that I knew he had to be feeling a bit more normal, because that was when he stopped being so accepting in letting me touch his forehead and cheeks. (He has a thing about not liking his face being touched.)
Anyway. I don’t know if he’s fully healthy, but he’s feeling better, and despite his protestations, I’ve felt his forehead and I don’t believe he’s had a fever since that initial night. He felt warmer than normal the first day or so, but that’s it. Since he got sick, though, except for one night when he was almost thrashing around, he’s been sleeping a lot more restfully. To my knowledge, not waking up so much, andnot having such restless nights. I hope that this is at least in part due to the fact that he’s starting to open up so much more to me.
Our relationship is on a lot healthier of a track now. To be honest, I think that God used that car accident as a cosmic way of smacking him upside the head and saying to him, "Hey, accept the fact that someone is there for you!" And I said as much to him, too. I truly think he’s gotten the message. And I couldn’t be happier about that. I’m sorry it had to come in such a drastic way, but I’m glad it came, and that it seems to have sunk in.