This has been by far the worst holiday I could possibly have. OH and I drove to Ohio to visit my family for Christmas Eve and the few days before. The second day we were there we had gone out for a late lunch with my grandparents after doing some unfruitful shopping. OH and I both had a shrimp dish, though I managed to be the one to get food poisoning. It lasted through the rest of our visit and the eight hour drive home on Christmas Eve. We finally made it home around 1:30-ish Christmas morning and I had to be to work at seven and a half hours later which wasn't too bad. I came straight up to bed at OH's insisting while he brought in the main portion of our things. I wasn't asleep too long before I was running to the bathroom to toss what little I had managed to put into my stomach on the way home. I was in and out of the bathroom for the next few hours. At seven I just gave up and OH got up to lay on the couch and watch t.v. with me. I decided to still go to work as I felt bad for wanting to call in since I had rearranged my work schedule so that I could see my family. My shift was supposed to be from nine to six, but as I wasn't feeling so well and making frequent trips to the bathroom they allowed to me to leave at 1:30. OH was at his parents house visiting them when I texted him to come pick me up. He was going to bring me over there for dinner since I was getting out early. This would be the first time I would meet his parents, since they are incredibly antisocial and had no real interest in meeting me. By 2:00 OH still hadn't come by to get me. I was texting him, calling him... no answer. I figured he just hadn't left when he said he was on his way and his phone was on silent while he was at his parents. A few minutes later a car pulls up and opens the door to me. At first it didn't click into my head who it was. It was his grandfather. After I got in the car he told me that Tony had been in an accident on the way to get me. My heart fell, I wanted to cry but I couldn't allow it until I knew what condition he was in. We drove past the accident and OH was nowhere to be found. The other car had already been taken away. His car was a mess. The whole passenger side pushed in and just totaled. We pulled off to the side of the road and I got out and ran to the fireman that were still waiting at the scene to ask where the driver had been taken. They weren't sure which hospital he had been taken to but he was headed to the hospital. We called OH's father and found out where they were headed since OH chose to ride there with him instead of in the ambulance. We both pulled in one right behind the other. I ran to help OH out of the car and started bawling instantly. He keeps telling me it's not my fault, but it feels far from. If I had just stayed at work a little while longer and finished out my shift this never would have happened. Other than being bruised with a few cuts on his right hand from the passenger door being pushed all the way into to his side of the car he is fine. The fact that he was alright was such a relief. If only that were the end of it. It should have ended with him coming home and all being well again, but that's not how it's going. He's staying at his parents house for the next long while. They're discussing whether or not I will be able to move in here, but they aren't going to allow him to move back here with me and since they are helping him fix this whole mess, they call the shots. There are a lot more details as to why they are calling the shots that I just don't have the time or energy to go into at the moment. So they dropped me off late last night after we all had dinner and watched a movie together. It was a pleasant end of the night, but it still didn't change the fact that I came home alone, to our bed. I slept in his clothes with a pile of them next to me and I just couldn't sleep. To top it all off we were supposed to get married this morning, nothing special just a few friends down at the courthouse, but it was something I was looking forward to. Now it's been postponed till god knows when. *sigh* Merry Christmas to me.