This morning, my husband got out of bed. We were traveling to Erie for his surgery. He felt better, he told me. I told him that he still had the problem that caused the pinched nerve. He said he wasn't having surgery. I told him he needed it. He told me he would not go.
It is the first argument we've ever had in this new house. I'm so mad at him I cannot stand it. He has called the hospital, called the surgery off, and I am so angry at him I don't even know what to do with myself.