You don't need me anymore

After a particularly bothersome argument over which weekend DH was making up for his lost weekend with the kids, I began to take a hard look at how accomodating I have been...all for the benefit of his "help," when I really don't need that much of his help at all.

I think it's easy to fall back into old habits of dependency when you have been married to a controlling person for 9 years...

My television went dead. The thing is only about 5 years old. Just under 5, actually, as we had purchased a 5 year warranty! DH scheduled a tech repair and the tech showed up on Monday morning. However, he needed to remove the TV from the armoir and I couldn't help him. He asked me if I had anyone around to move it for him.

I laughed and said, "no?"

So the tech left and suggested we reschedule when I could find someone to help move it out so he could access the back panel. He was really kind about it, we had a good laugh when I asked, "well, what if I was a little lonely old lady who didn't know any strong young men to help?" To that he explained that the company could send out an additional tech to help with heavy lifting, but it would have cost extra.

So DH said he would move it out of the armoir, but he hasn't. And here it is Thursday. What was I waiting for? I texted my neighbors, both divorced bachelors who have heard my story and have recently became rather protective of me in friendship. They both came by after work and moved the TV out, no sweat. I also scheduled the tech to come back out, earliest they could arrive was next Tuesday. One neighbor even offered to let me borrow his extra tv just sitting in his garage, but after he took the measurements, he realized it would not fit.

Can I just say that I love male friends? I made sure to let them know I was going out for drinks this weekend with the girls and that we should all get in touch on Saturday...

DH texted later to say he had arranged with his friend to come by and move the TV on Friday and said he would schedule the tech for Monday. I texted back that it was already taken care of. He was surprised and asked who. I mentioned the neighbors. I thought about saying, "nunya" but I would really hate if DH said that to me when I wanted to know something, so I resisted. DH replied, "Guess you don't need me anymore. Goodnight!" I texted back with a big smiley face.

Little things, but big impact.