Wow... That's a ton of bricks to swallow. That is what is now listed on my auto insurance. Two weeks and half weeks ago I was thinking how great being married was. People would ask "how is married life?" and I'd go on and on talking about how with Roger I was finally feeling secure. I had stability in my life. How for the first time in my life I had someone I could count on 110% of the time. It was like being part of the greatest team ever.
Roger was a great husband. He always kissed me hello when he got home from work (I made him do a 3 kiss per day quota ;P). We would walk to the mailbox together and he would jokingly hand me all the bills and he'd save all the cool stuff. Since he worked from home a couple days a week, he'd go to the grocery store for me. Or if I was feeling particularly annoyed at going he'd meet me there. Just so we could do it together. I loved driving in the car with him. We would just chit chat or have some serious discussion about this or that. The day of the accident we were just chit chatting. The music was really low and we were just joking with each other like always.
Recently he was getting excited cause we were getting magazines for Halloween decor. Roger loved Halloween. He was even more excited to see a Halloween store opening soon on 436. He was talking about being the Greatest American Hero and I was going to be Wonder Woman.
I went to his office today and saw his cube for the first time. And guess what? More Buffy stuff. His obsession is worse than I thought :D
I talked with his coworkers for a little while and they told me some more funny stories. They also told me how he helped out the receptionist with boxes and such if he was looking for a new router. Everyone just loved how he was a genuinely nice guy. They also laughed about Roger being a "reverend" and how they wish they would have known. They would have razzed him about it.
Several people have talked about how I made Roger happy. And showed him true love. I guess some people never find true love. People keep saying "some live their whole lives and never know true love" and several upon several people have said this to me. However, although I'm super happy to have provided that to Roger, what about me? If true love is rare and I had it with Roger, what are my chances of finding it again? I don't think these people realize what they are saying. But its kinda disturbing. I'm 27 (unmarried female age 27 to be exact) and I don't want to think that was my one opportunity. There is already the high divorce rate. Or even the people who stay together for whatever reason but are not "happily married."
That the thing that pisses me off the most about the whole situation. Roger and I were happy. We were extremely happy. We had big plans and small plans and just tons of things to do together. And then I see tons of couples out there that aren't like us. Why us?!?
With all the contraptions, wires, and other weird techy things in Roger's office, where did he put the time machine...