I don’t ask much.
I really don’t.
In fact, I have a really tough time asking for help.
Or reaching out to my friends.
I mean, in the nine years I’ve lived in Charlotte my kids have been in other people’s cars probably a total of 10 times. I mean in a “carpool” type of situation. I don’t ever want to bother anyone or put them out. I feel like I can do it. Really. Why should someone else schlep my kid’s around town when I am perfectly capable able of doing it myself? When I’m in a jam, I ask Mark. He’s always my go-to.
My EX is my emergency contact.