We were driving home from a weekend getaway. We had a great time, but on the last day, my husband got jealous of our waiter, which led to a pointless argument that dragged on the entire way home.
We were about 30 miles from home when my husband really hit below the belt.
“I doubt you would have held back from flirting if I wasn’t around!” he said.
That hurt. I would never, under any circumstances, cheat on him. So I told him a few choice words that you shouldn’t say around kids. He abruptly stopped the car and said, “Get out and walk home!”
I got out, slammed the car door, and started walking. Little did I know, fate was about to teach him a lesson and save me within 15 minutes.
As I trudged along the side of the road, a car slowed beside me. The window rolled down, and to my shock, it was a highway patrol officer.
“Ma’am, are you okay? Walking this stretch of road isn’t safe,” he said.
