I talked about doing it. I've joked about it. I've thought about it. I've hoped it would happen anyway. Everyone knows my opinion concerning it. But when it finally happened--on my account--I feel horrible.
I broke David's glasses.
It's not my fault. He's the one that left them in the middle of the floor to be stepped on in the middle of the dark night.
But I'm not ready for change. What if they don't have replacement frames? What if he gets glasses that I think look good, but actually end up making him look horrible. He LOVED those glasses. He's told me he thinks he looks good in them. And now I've broken something he loved.
And let's not get into the $$$$$.
I promise I didn't break them on purpose. Sorry!