Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 7:06 pm
I got home from work today and Debby walked up to me while I was getting online. I said "Babe, I have to ask you to do something for me." She said "Sure, what do you need?" I said "I need you to tell me what really happened out there. What happened to my Volkswagen, and who really hit it?" She said "I have no idea what you're talking about. I told you what happened." I said "Yes, you did, but you are fine, and you don't have a scratch on you. I just want to know the truth." She said "Come here." She took me in the downstairs bathroom, pulled up her shirt and showed me the bruises. Did I ever feel like a heel. I thought she was taking the rap to cover for the boys who might have done it rough-housing out there, but no. She hit the car. I apologized and I am now miserable with myself. She laughed it off, so the Cat didn't get put in the Dog House, thank goodness. Why can't I trust anybody? 
