I know some of you will appreciate this.

I work with a lovely young girl in her early twenties who got married last year, to a dude whom I believe is her only serious relationship. Now, I know some people who get married on the young side of life, to high school sweethearts or whatever, and make a great life because they had their heads on straight when they married. Personally, I wouldn't trade the years I spent on my own as a young adult because they taught me how to handle life, but I get that other people take a different path.

This girl and her husband, however, always struck me as.... immature in their relationship at best. Yesterday she got a phone call at work from her hubby. I happened to answer the phone, and when he told me he was stranded at the side of the road I figured it was some sort of emergency and relieved her of her duties so she could deal with it. Soon, I saw her in tears explaining how frustrated she was with him before she grabbed her things and clocked out to swoop to his rescue.

Turns out, it was the *sixth* time he's run out of gas on the side of the road (in a brand new car, so clearly the gas gauge is not malfunctioning).

Are you fucking kidding me?!? I guess I'm a bitch because I would've left his ass there to figure it out himself the second time he did it. He claims that the gas light never came on but whatever - there's still a gauge, and if this has happened so many times before you'd think you'd have the brains to check the damn gauge before you get on the road. Or at least get a AAA membership so you don't have to bug your wife when the inevitable happens.

I just want to grab her by the shoulders and tell her "Honey, the reason he doesn't learn from his mistakes is because he doesn't have to. You drop what you're doing and rush to save him. I guarantee you that if you told him to handle it himself and left him to hoof it x miles to the gas station on his own - like a MAN - it'd be the last time it ever happened."

Gawd, poor girl - it's like she has this giant child to take care of. If I had married my dream guy in my early twenties, before my inner bitch was truly developed, I might've been running to clean up all of his messes too. Thankfully my bitch is full grown, and comes out to play when needed :).

Later, I asked FDH what he thinks I'd do if he ever pulled this shit on me. His response? "It would never happen - what kind of man calls his WIFE at work to rescue him when he's stranded on the side of the road?" Ahhh, spoken like a grown up lol.