He called and asked if I want to go to a meeting tonight. It's not our normal night. His voice sounded quavery.
"Is everything ok?"
"Yeah. Will you just look online and see if there's a meeting tonight I can go to?"
I found one. It's not very far away. That he wants to go to a meeting when it's not our normal day makes me panic.
And that's crazy. I should want him to go to a meeting, especially if his voice sounds quavery. I should be ecstatic that he's seeking help from an appropriate place, that he's looking for strength and wisdom and tools to help him get through a time that might be scary. I go to a meeting when I'm having a scary time or a difficult time. It's what it's for.
Instead, though, I'm scared. I'm anxious and nervous and suddenly, kind of a wreck.