I was driving down the road with Ty in my new car and the gas light came on.
I casually mentioned that I would need to stop soon for gas.
His response?? "Let's see how far we can make it before it runs out."
A memory hit me so hard, I wasn't sure I could respond.
I shook my head no and whispered, "Been there, done that."
Ty (of course, not knowing) laughs and says, "So? who hasn't ran out of gas before?"
So I got to relive the time that I was stranded an hour from home and even though I was headed to see Spencer, he wouldn't come rescue me.
You see... I am a resourceful gal. I am not beyond hiking on foot. But I was an hour from home... on a road that didn't show a town for miles on my GPS... and it was snowing.
My GPS did show a gas station a mile away... but how was I to know if it was actually STILL there OR open.
I tried calling TripleA but they didn't have anyone in the area that serviced on the weekends.
Spencer told me that he needed to take a nap and he definitely didn't need to be on the road an extra 2 hours to come save me when he had 6 hours of driving ahead of him.
Thankfully my brother, Tim, who was in town for Christmas came and brought me gas.
Ty just stared at me and said, "Are you serious? Someone wouldn't come help you?"
And that's when it hit me... that I had no self-worth in that relationship with Spencer. I would never allow Ty to treat me that way (not that he would), but to have someone not help you and then to continue on to go and visit them like nothing was wrong.
It made me fight back the tears and thank God now value myself so much more and expect it from the man in my life as well.
The perpetual small sorrow of expat life
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