I'm feeling just awful tonight.
My gorgeous man came over to spend the night here and on his way over, I discovered my daughter had some wee creatures in her hair (argh!) so when he got here, I said we had to pop over to the chemist to get some shampoo for her hair.
I grabbed my keys so we could go in my car but he insisted on going in his car which is a gorgeous, brand new Audi.
We got there and parked in the carpark, I ran in got the stuff and we went to back out to leave.
That's when it all went to hell...
There was a god awful crunch coming from the front of his car so we stopped and got out. There was a concrete 'bumper' on the ground in front of the kerb (what is the point of them anyway???) and the car had gotten stuck on it and he's ripped the whole front of his car to bits, right up to the bonnet, right back to the side guards. There was a horrible grinding sound when he turned the wheel as well.
I cannot believe how much damage it has caused.
The poor darling kept his cool and drove us home. We sat on the couch and I tried to take his mind off things. He tried his best to put it aside and enjoy the evening but he just couldn't. I asked him if he prefer to be home at his place and that I'd understand if he did want to. Initially, he said no but after a while he said it would probably be best if he did go and head over to his brother's house and try to fix it up a bit. I feel just awful and in one way, feel that if it weren't for me, we wouldn't have gone out and it wouldn't have happened. In another way, I know it's nobody's fault really.
His calm reaction to what happened has just strengthened the way I feel for him. Years ago, I would have been shaking in terror, bracing myself for hell to break loose with my ex if this had happened. Not once did he raise his voice, lose his temper, didn't even drop an obscenity (I certainly would have!)
I've not heard from him tonight since he's left but will leave him be so he can get his head around it. Poor darling.