don't you love it when you talk to your husband and he says he is driving his brother home and he'll call you when he makes it back home, and then nearly 2 hours goes by and he doesn't call, and you call him and he gets mad at YOU because "he's an adult with a license who is doing what he is supposed to" and simply forgot. Now I get to cry at work because I'm a POS for checking in when he could have easily gotten into an accident in those two hours or who tf even knows, I hate myself