The fateful results day was nearing. Rob's anxiety was building by the day. But Friday, Sept. 12th it verifiably shot through the roof when a colleague at work (and fellow results waiter) told him that there was a rumor that results would be out today, Saturday, Sept. 13th. Rob was immediately a mess. I ran up from my office two floors below to see if I could calm him down. "Snap out of it!" I said. The rest of the evening he was fairly calm. I distracted him with a big dinner and get together with some friends, but when the house was quiet and everyone was gone, our little worrier kicked it into high gear. It was a long night for Rob. I don't think he slept for more than a couple hours.
Finally, at 8:00am, he snuck out of bed. I stayed in bed as he went downstairs. I figured I would let him have some alone time. 40 minutes later, I still hadn't heard anything and then his phone rang. I heard his muffled voice and decided that if someone else was talking to him then I should be talking to him. So I crept downstairs. He got off the phone. . . RESULTS WERE IN! But would he look?? NO!! He couldn't do it. He was crippled with fear and self-doubt. I assured him that I would love him still, pass or fail. But finally after 15 minutes I couldn't take it anymore. "Just look!! For crying out loud!" He scrolled down the list of BAR numbers with Pass or Fail listed beside them SO SLOWLY, pausing periodically to look over at me for support. . . .
When we got to his number 18761. . . PASS!!!!! Rob screamed. I screamed. I clapped!!!
Way to go babe!! You are amazing!! I knew you would pass. Thank you for being so wonderful. I am so proud of you.
Whew, glad that is over!