As many times as I've been hurt in the past, you would think that I would have learned my lesson, right? Well...I have always been a firm believer in second chances, so I decided to give my new fella a second chance.
And honestly, I've heard about people who have given cheaters another chance and their relationship was stronger than before and I never understood how that was possible. Given what I've gone through with my ex husband and the feelings toward that whole situation, I just couldn't see how someone could say their relationship was better. I do now. I get it. I don't know how to explain it, but I do understand now. We are closer. He hasn't lost my trust. Of course no one is happy with my decision to get back together with him.
So, here I am...giving this thing another shot.
I got a call on Tuesday while I was at Lilly's game saying that an ambulance had been called to come get Zach from his fathers house because he wrecked a 4-wheeler. Long story short, Zach got 15 stitches all together, his father got chewed out, and I bawled like a little baby. Zach is fine. He won't look at his stitches though and as a boy who likes to show off his boo boos, it is a bit unusual. My fella even insisted on going to the hospital with me. He stayed there the entire 7 hours it took for Zach to get fixed up and discharged and he even shook my ex's hand when we left. The stitches have to stay in for 2 weeks and changing the bandages is like pulling teeth, but Zach is a trooper.