Yea! Landed in the good old US of A yesterday and am happy to be home. Met up with my best friend (who I ended up confiding in on the phone before we came- liberating) and her family for dinner. On the way out of the parking lot, H accidentally backed into another car with the rental car and scratched both.
In the past (and I felt a pull to do this last night) I would have apologized to him and blamed myself for insisting on going out to dinner after a 24 hour travel ordeal in which we got very little sleep. But, although I felt that pull- I resisted it. I refuse to get involved as I would have in the past. This is out of my control- I am letting him handle the whole thing. If we were not married, he would figure it out on his own, right?
The thing that really made me sad though, was my 8 year old started crying and saying it was his fault b/c he was in the back seat and making it impossible for daddy to see out of the back window.....OMG- I have already passed some of my bad habits off on him- more reason to change :)