Jon's Gone Part 2

It was 9:15 pm and I began to worry. Jon hadn't called. He's called by 8:30 every night this past week. Last night he didn't. A little annoyed, but mostly worried, I texted him only to find out he would be calling me "a lot later." I asked for a time estimate to get an answer of maybe 11. Eleven o'clock? I'm usually asleep by then. Why he would be so late I wouldn't find out until he called that night.

The reason for the late call was he was watching Fiddler on the Roof. First off, that is not a movie my husband would EVER have chosen to watch. Second, they are out camping--isn't part of camping getting outdoors and not watching movies? Third, how hard is it to call me before the movie to chat? Surely he had some notification that they would be watching a movie.

I felt myself becoming angry. When he did call, the total call time was about a minute. Talk about "quality time" (insert sarcasim here!). He told me he would call me the next day (today), but being my vengeful self I told him not to; I would be too busy -- exersing, eating, cleaning, and of course watching a couple movies. I added the movies just to jab just a little more.

I hung up on him and grew madder and madder with each passing minute that he did not call me back. Finally I texted him and told him not to call me the next day. I knew the next day I would want him to call, but I was so mad at him and I wanted to hit him where it hurt most.

Finally I fell asleep. This morning I woke up and on my way to work he texted me telling me he was sorry. By then I had calmed down and told him I forgave him and that I wanted to talk to him tonight.

There is only today and tomorrow and I'm off to see him. I'm leaving tomorrow at 5 pm and driving straight over there. I'm excited to see him, kiss him, hug him, and tell him I love him.