“I’ll worry about you.”
Don’t get me wrong. I love my hubby with all my heart. But sometimes he’s overprotective. Of me. College educated, confident, made-my-way-in-the-world-long-before-I-married-him me.
“Going to a concert in Boston by yourself...”
“What? It’s not like it’s a huge venue, or anything. I’ll only be gone one night. I’ll take the train. I’ll find a hotel nearby. I’m expert at being my own travel agent, you know that...” I looked up from the pile of mail I was sorting through, and ended with (as I always do when he gets overprotective), “I’m a big girl, you know.”
So, yeah, that’s how I notified hubby. I notified my manager at work by writing an addendum to a long note that I penned about some sort of insurance billing trouble we were having. I don’t think he’ll have a problem with it.
Now I own my impulsiveness, and I’m going to a concert!
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