That number.......

Well, first off, I want to say: I got rid of the number. Maybe not the way I should have, but, I do feel better that it's no longer a secret. The other day, I got a hold of some old co workers from the restaurant where we both worked. I talked to them and they said that the day my hubby went looking for him (at the rest.) he told everybody he was not coming back. I guess hubby really scared him.
No one had heard of him but were sure he moved to Mexico. Maybe that's what I was waiting for, just to know he was really gone. I think holding onto the number, was my way of saying, one day I'll find out if he's really gone. Now I have. His family no longer rents the apt where they once lived. He hasn't contacted any of his friends. Whatever.
Anyway, I felt so relieved. The next day, I called my friend back and told them that I had something they might want. I gave them the phone number. I told them that my hubby didn't want me talking to them bc he was afraid they would talk to me about him. They both agreed (they're married) that it's best if I don't talk to him. They agreed to never give me the number. I shredded the number while Jorge was camping. I took it and threw it in the bottom of the trashcan, then covered it with old food from the fridge. I then took the trashbag and tossed it to the bottom of the trashcan. That way, I won't be tempted to try and grab it to put it back together.
I feel so much better now.