I really suck at this blogging thing, however it's not like I have a faithful readership. Let's see and do this in super condensed form...
September, October and November came and went and Don Draper graduated from Basic so yay!!!!
After his graduation, we flew together so I got the honor of sitting next to my just graduated hot husband wearing his very sexy ABUs. Let me tell you... Blues are very elegant and classy but there is something so raw and sexy about a man wearing his ABUs...
Don Draper arrived at his home base that same day he left (DUH! It's not like he was going to space or something)... and then it all became more real. He was now going to live away from me again...
His first days there were both chaotic and stressful. He needed an apartment. He needed all the furniture I've been keeping in my apartment. He needed that apartment fast. Living in a hotel is not the best option for an"on-the-go" guy. Anyways, his apartment hunting was fruitful and on Thanksgiving day we were able to move Don Draper into his new living quarters.
About Thanksgiving... we're very classy. We had a very lovely Thanksgiving lunch and the base Club. Food was delicious... If only we had had as lovely a dinner... All I'm going to say is that we had poultry. I had to return to work the Sunday after Thanksgiving.
That stupid, fateful Sunday...
I left his apartment at around 3:00pm, all sad that I couldn't have any more time with him, but left at his orders because he doesn't like when I drive in the dark. On the way home, traffic was intense and there had been a couple of accidents on the highway... and then it happened.
I see the car in front of me stop, so I stop completely and keep my foot on the brake. I look on my rearview mirror but for some reason the F150 doesn't seem to stop, OH MY GOD HE'S GOING REALLY FAST, PLEASE BRAKE, PLEASE BRAKE! WHY ISN'T HE BRAKING???? I braced for impact. My small car was hit at full speed which propelled me forward to hit another car. For those milliseconds I was a human ping pong ball. I just couldn't stop shaking... what the hell is happening? Why is my seatbelt imprinted on me? Why was I moving if my foot's on the brake pedal? Oh my God... was this the end?
Obviously it wasn't, but my car was pretty messed up (My teeny car beat the crap out of the Truck though, I managed to drive all the leftover way back to my apartment, while the truck had to be towed)... Toyota 1 Ford 0.
I'm stopping here because I can't barely talk about this moment without remembering the tears in Don Draper's voice when I called him to let him know I'd been in such a nasty accident. It was then that I realized, for the millionth time, that I can never picture my life without my Don and that even when it was all flashing before my eyes, all it was showing me was him.
Love, Evy
