Discussions on selling the truck did not go well. Why am I not surprised? Because I knew it would not go well. I just needed to plant a seed, have him think about it, then, eventually, I will sell the truck. Just don't know when.
The conversation started out fine. I expressed to him how stressed I have been over finances. I glanced at his face. "The look" was there. I knew I had lost him at that point. No use even continuing. But, did I stop there? No. I thought maybe I could break through to him. Who am I kidding? So, it did not go well.
I decided to take a drive and clear my head. Just me, alone. I don't get alone time much. I spent a few hours away and I came home refreshed.
When I got home, he told me that he was talking with a fellow from the garage sale next door. This person seemed interested in buying the truck. I was interested at that point. Seems this fellow would trade husband his truck, which is an automatic, we give him our truck, and, hold on to your seats folks, we also pay him $700.00. Yes, you heard right. We would have to give him money on top on trading his truck. Are you kidding me? The whole point was to save money, pay off a few bills and set some money aside to move on.
By this time, I was heading toward a wall, any wall, so I could beat my head against it. Husband was excited at the prospect of getting an automatic truck. Said it would solve our problems. What?
Yep, this is what I live with. Every day, all day. My first reaction to husband was to say, "Are you crazy?", then, I realized, well, he is. Folks, you have to have a sense of humor to live in my house. It's one of the requirements I enforce.
God made sure I had a peaceful afternoon, by myself. I needed it. After all, He knew I was coming home to this new development that, I have to say, I started with the "suggestion" that we sell the truck.
Be careful what you ask for, you may just get it. Oy vey.