This morning, my husband called me, but I was in a weekly meeting, chairing it, so I had to drop his call. He called again 30 minutes later, but the meeting hadn't ended. When it did, I rang him back. He said that he had wanted to check on me. His boss had called him earlier and said he was running late to the job because someone was trying to jump off a bridge over our motorway. R called because he wanted to see if I was okay, ie. that the potential jumper wasn't me.
I thanked him for checking on me. Our tone was light, but I was profoundly touched. The call made me feel that he saw how I've been lately. That he knew things have been hard enough for me for my concerns to be taken seriously.
I have been feeling guilty about struggles with mental health lately, I don't want U and R to be burdened. But right now, I'm just grateful for the call.
