Accident

B had a car accident today, around 11. He had just dropped me off at work. He is ok. I was worried about him all day. Not in a noticeable way. My emotions didn't get me... I didn't cry. 

I had told my coworkers matter-of-factly and their reactions were heartfelt. Peace, ofc, offered to cover any of shifts, without hesitation. But B is still training, so he doesn't have regular shifts yet. Manager was lenient, in that he said B can take as long as he needs to recover... 

But money will be TIGHT. Glad we are just doing one con this year, although I still think we need to attend one day of Momo con for him to dry run 

The car itself is totalled. I'm going to stay at my place for a few days so prices for Uber aren't ridiculous. $25+ isn't sustainable for me in the short or long-term.....

...

We are unsure about the next legal actions we will be taking, but I'll be there for him every step. There's a lot more we have to do now, but we will do it together. 

I have always understood the level of headache a car accident entails. I've witnessed a few, and besides a few fender bumps, I've never been in a full accident, personally.

B has some surface area abrasions from the seatbelt and airbag that saved his life. 

...
This evening, I remember being dropped off by my driver and I basically flew up the stairs. As soon as I started unlocking the door, he finished and opened the door for me, pulling me inside into the biggest embrace. I knew all day he was probably so fucking thankful I wasn't in the car and was also injured. He is ok... But it's going to hurt us a little to be apart for awhile. But we will get through it. 


It's weird what gets me emotionally crying these days. Maybe it hasn't hit me yet... I cannot fathom life without him...I am so freakishly lucky to have him in my life. Who started out as a mere crush, will be my husband some day. I drove out loyalty really well. Loyalty and devotion, I got in troves and loads 

That hug was so long and so emotionally charged. I cannot even conceptualize him gone. The universe sent him to me and vice versa. Why would it smite our love together? 

I am an excellent partner and want to be here for him, but we will figure it out together. We will talk on the phone and I'll be with him this weekend....waiting on him, Hand and Foot, as it were. 

I am assuming his injuries will present moreso over the next few days ... He is medically-drugged for now. 

I love this man so much. We basically spent this evening him holding me...but I was always holding his heart with kindness and understanding. I am so glad he is still here and he's beside me, as I type this out. 

Our plans have changed a little bit in the short, but we will get through it together. 

My coworkers are here for us if need anything... Pretty stellar. 

Snow.


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