What I already knew about myself, but was still surprised...

It's interesting when you find out something about yourself, that you really already knew and your friends and family love you for. Last week my husband called me to give me some very bad news about his car. The reader’s digest version is this: He had a car that his father gave him over 20 years ago. It’s a classic 60’s car that he was very attached to, mostly because they worked on the car together, and one of the few things he has to remember his father with as he passed away over 15 years ago. He LOVES this car. The car was being stored at a friend’s house, who decided to sell it because money may have been owed them or they were tired of the car sitting around. Who knows? Now, I am not crazy, the car should have been picked up long ago and if there was money owed this person it should have been paid, but to sell a car without attempting to let anyone know just doesn’t seem right. As a matter of fact, I am pretty sure it's illegal. More on that later.

So back to the story… my husband calls on his lunch hour and tells me the story of the car being sold and I do what I do… I freak out! I hang up with him, call the police in the area (and quickly find out that I do not have enough information to proceed with a complaint). So, of course, I call my husband back to get more information only to find out that he is upset with me. Deciding that the best forum to discuss the car and his displeasure with me would be at home instead of at work in cubicle world, we agree to talk later. Before going home, I called to test the waters and see if he were still upset with me and he very clearly stated: "I am not mad at all; I called because I was upset about the car, I didn’t expect you to start calling the police. I just wanted you to listen."

I felt terrible and explained that I did listen and I was furious for him. I wanted to take care of it Get the car back and solve the problem. What I didn't realize is that isn't what he needed. So there it is. I am more of a take action girl, get it done, and find justice, not a sympathizer. Don’t get me wrong, I think this is fine trait to have, but not when your loved one just needs you listen and empathize. I am trying to be a better person and have decided to work on this.

Later that evening (and several times since), we dissused the issue and will be taking action. We will be working on getting the car back, which I am sure will prove difficult, but I am certain the law will be on our side. I mean really, you can’t just sell someone else’s car.

More details to come…