He put down the phone and looked at me with sad eyes. No, concerned. They weren’t happy eyes and they told me that I was about to hear something I didn’t want to.
He was laid off. His boss didn’t need him anymore this season and he would receive his final pay this week.
We stared at each other. At the cats. At the floor.
But we weren’t surprised.
We expected this and knew it would be coming, but not this soon, and certainly not over a text message.
This was a game changer.
He was in a positive frame of mind and he jumped up to reminded me that we had Christmas coming, birthday parties to attend, and bills to pay and there was no time to sit and be mournful.
He told me “the tough get going.”
I was angry.
I didn’t want to get going.
I wanted to jump through the phone and yell. I wanted to hold up my bills and ask how they would get paid. I wanted to cry.
I wanted to stomp my feet because it wasn’t fair.
But the tough get going.
We knew it was coming. He was prepared. I was not.
He is okay and searching for new work, preparing for an adjustment, working on plans. I am frustrated. But that will not stop me from assisting him, preparing his resume, searching for jobs, and planning right along-side him.
I am being guided by this incredible man who can pick the positive out of the most negative of situations.
Together we are tough.
And we will get going.