You may ask yourself, "Who is he?" He is my husband, the man of my dreams, except in those dreams he never makes me have nightmares like he does in real life. For example, he, our granddaughter, and I went to a retail store to buy groceries and miscellaneous items. We started in the grocery department and as we were halfway across the store to the pet section, he remembered that he had wanted to buy some canned peanuts. So I told him I would wait there by the little girls section until he returned. Did I mention he had taken 10 year old Breanna with him?
After waiting for about 10 minutes, I called his cell phone and asked, "Where are you?"
"We are getting the dog food." I knew then that he was close to the toy department and that our granddaughter could convince him to buy the entire store and I was almost running in the aisle to stop that from happening. I arrived in the pet department and they were not there, nor were they in the toy department. So I called his cell again, "Where are you?"
"I'm in the candy section. Brea and I wanted some chocolate."
"What? You are on the other side of the store! Don't you move!" By this time I was fuming! I must have sounded pretty loud and mean because I noticed customers turning to look at me. Then a voice came over the intercom, "Please scan aisle 10 with security cameras."
Surely, this didn't have anything to do with my actions. Did it? I asked myself as I arrived in the grocery department. I could not find them anywhere near the candy. I wondered if I should begin to worry. Could something have happened to them? Again, I made the familiar call, "Where are you?"
"Didn't you say to meet you in the pet department? I didn't get the dog food yet."
"I can't lift it, so please wait there," I was practically close to looking like a woman gone mad and as I turned around a policeman was coming towards me and asked me if I had a problem.
"No sir, I just lost my husband and grandchild three times in the store and he keeps moving around, but not where he was supposed to be. I can assure you I'm not a violent person," I thought to myself, not yet, anyway.
I arrived and he had already gotten the dog food and was on the next aisle, which was the toy department. Our granddaughter had three toys in her hands, but when my husband saw the look on my face, he was convincing her already to just choose one. Poor Barbie and her new clothes were being put back on the shelf where they belonged.
Walking towards my family, I knew I had to hide my emotions as it was very possible I was being recorded, especially if they had watched me run from one side of the store to another in record time. I didn't want to be the first woman to be thrown out of the store for throwing cans of dog food at her husband. Then I noticed he had a large bag of dog food on his shoulder and I forgave him immediately! And then I remembered he would take all the groceries in the house and help put them up. I think I looked up at him and smiled and took his arm as we walked to pay for our purchases.
It's times like this that make me wonder.... why hasn't he learned to listen to me? And the big question: Who was lost? Was it me? Or was it him?
After that day, I changed my shopping habit, I will not shop with him and my granddaughter, but if he goes without me, he is to not buy anything except what is on the list. Well, I will allow him to buy chocolate, as I am a member of the local CHOCOLATE'S ANONYMOUS PROGRAM. At my first meeting, I stood up, looked at the group and said, "My name is Rosie, and I am addicted to chocolate. I have to get my husband to hide any chocolate we may have in our home at night because I will wake up and eat it." It was such a feeling of freedom, finally admitting I sometimes eat the chocolate my husband bought for him and Brea. Since joining the group, I allow myself chocolate every Sunday, therefore I don't have to lie and steal for chocolate ever again. Several people came up to me after the group and said they understood exactly how and gave me the sponsor's cell number, just in case I find myself up in the middle of the night opening cabinets, closets, and looking for places he may have hidden it from me.
The other night I fell off the wagon, as he caught me searching for chocolate. It was around midnight. He looked at me and asked, "Won't you ever learn?"