About a year ago I borrowed some books from a woman I had met at church. She had discovered her husband had an addiction to internet porn about two years before that. They had gone through counceling and her husband was regularly involved with an addiction group. Their marriage had been saved and things were going well. She thought these books would be good for Hubs and I. One was for the wives of sex addicts, one was for men who struggled with sex addiction (in the internet form more than actual physical contact form), and the third was about learning to forgive and learning how to apologize with sincerity.
I borrowed the books and niether Hubs nor I ever actually read any of them. I held on to them thinking that maybe someday we would read them. Thinking that we probably should read them. After a year I decided we were not ever actually going to read the books. I told the woman who loaned them to me that I was sorry we had held on to them for so long and that I would get them back to her the next week at church. She said it was no big deal. Then she went on to say that she really didn't care if she got them back with exception of the one about apologies because they knew several people who could benefit from that one. So I went home and gathered up the books. The only problem was that I could only find two of them. The missing one? You guessed it; it was the only one she actually wanted back.
I spent a few days turning the house upside down looking for it. Then I remembered that Hubs had taken it (okay, i had put it in his suitcase hoping he would look at it) on a road trip. It was a rather long trip. One in which he probably would have actually unpacked the suitcase. At that point I was pretty sure the book had been left in a hotel room somewhere. I felt bad about losing the book so I ordered a used copy from A*azon. Even used it was not cheap. Today as I was getting ready for church I went to get the books so I could take them back to the woman who had loaned them to me. Funny how she didn't care if she got them back when I brought them up, but then just three days later she emailed me asking me to bring them all to church because there was a couple she felt needed them. (ya, she is one of THOSE women. the kind that feels the need to fix anyone and everyone) So I am gathering up the books and guess what.... I cannot find the stupid book again. I just got it in the mail a couple of days ago and now I cannot find it! How does that even happen?!?
I did not go to the early service of church because I did not want to go without the book. Now it is almost time to leave if I am going to make the second service. Still no book. Considering not going. All this because of a book that I didn't read that I am sure would not have magically solved all our problems anyway. I don't think I am going to borrow any more books from people. I don't need the added stress.
