I just have to get this off my chest or I know I won't be able to sleep tonight. I had just been over to see my husband to drop off a copy of our daughter's school report and when I got home and went to park in the garage I scraped the side of the car along the brick wall. Needless to say there is a bit of paint missing but fortunately not much other damage.
My first thought was confessing to my husband (whom I left recently due to his PTSD) as we both own the car. I couldn't reach him, he had probably already gone to bed. Now I have broken down, it like it was the straw to break the camel's back and I have fallen apart. All of the stress of the past few months has finally caught up with me and i feel like I just can't cope anymore.
I know it is just a car and just some paint. Hopefully things will seem better in the morning provided I actually get some sleep.
My first thought was confessing to my husband (whom I left recently due to his PTSD) as we both own the car. I couldn't reach him, he had probably already gone to bed. Now I have broken down, it like it was the straw to break the camel's back and I have fallen apart. All of the stress of the past few months has finally caught up with me and i feel like I just can't cope anymore.
I know it is just a car and just some paint. Hopefully things will seem better in the morning provided I actually get some sleep.