When the Boat Sinks

It's funny how one thing...one simple, little thing...can make those hard decisions seem easy. I hadn't exactly made up my mind to leave him until yesterday. We were driving to Sherman on and errand. He wanted to buy a new smoker and there wasn't anywhere close enough that he was comfortable buying it from, so we drove for two hours to go to Academy. On the way there, he started hounding me about my credit. It's not great...but it's not bad. Since he has absolutely perfect credit, he gets nervous about mine. This is not, however, a conversation that two people should have inside of a car. There's no escape. When the anger builds and builds, neither of you can run away from it. You can't even let each other breathe for a minute. You can only roll the window down and pray to God that you end up in a car wreck, thereby ending the agony you feel at the moment.
He told me, quite forcefully, that he WILL be married one day, and he WILL have a child, and if I can't get my shit together, then it's NOT going to be with me. O.K.A.Y. Wow.

Honestly, who doesn't have a little debt these days? The economy sucks, you can't get loans for anything. The job market is horrible. I've got some bad news for him. I will probably have debt until I die. My student loans are already piling up at an alarming rate, and they will continue to do so for many years to come, since I plan on continuing my education into my PhD. I will ALWAYS be making a payment on something, whether it's those, or a car loan, or a mortgage. I can't pay cash for everything...hence...debt.

So, really the only thing I have left to say to him is.....when the boat sinks and he's standing on deck waiting to save up enough cash for a new one, I'll be swimming to the shore.

My list of mythical creatures: dragons, wizards, unicorns, trolls.....good men.