SCARIEST MOMENT OF MY LIFE

The worst possible thing happened to me today:

I came home from work, and no one was home. My husband has a golf league and leaves right before I get home, but my 12 year old should have been there. The TV is one. His laptop is open. The dishwasher is running. The back door is open. He is no where to be found. His shoes are by the door. He couldn't be far. I call him, and look all over the house. Nothing. I call the neighbor- hasn't seen him. I call his friend's mom- no answer. I call the neighbor- hasn't seen him. I walk around outside, and really start to worry. He's no where. I call my stepdaughter- she hasn't seen him. I keep calling my husband's cell phone- he doesn't answer. That isn't unusual because he doesn't have service on the golf course. I go back in the house and notice that the deadbolt is locked on the front door. If someone came, they would have to come to the back, and the dogs would have let everyone around know someone was here. I go next door (the house is literally in my back yard) and ask them if the the dogs have barked. I know they would go insane if anyone came to our house. Nope. They've been quiet all day. I go to the other neighbor and then the other. No one has seen him. The old lady down the road and another neighbor come out and start calling for him with me. I walk all over our property looking for him. Thinking maybe he fell and broke a leg. Nothing. I notice his track shoes are missing. I think maybe he took of running and hurt himself. There's only one road, and you can see for at least a mile each way, and I can't see anything. If he went that way he's not there anymore. I keep trying to call my husband. He isn't answering. I try to find the golf course number in the book, and I can't think straight. By this time I'm praying, and sick to my stomach. I literally think I'm going to throw up. I don't get panicky easily, but by now I'm full on panicked. I finally sit down on the deck and find the golf course number. I call and they tell me he left early because of the rain. Great, I think, he must be with his dad. I keep calling my husband, he still isn't answering. I call every place I think he could be. After a half an hour the neighbor girls says "Here he is. But he's alone. No one is in the car with him". My heart sinks. I can feel myself starting to cry. I run over and yell "Where is B?" He looks at me like I'm insane. I've got my hand on the phone ready to call the police. "He's at boy scouts" he tells me. "What!?!" I yell. "You asshole" I throw the phone at him, half in relief, half in anger. "Didn't you think I'd wonder where he is!?!" "Oh" says my husband "I didn't even think about it".

I seriously wanted to kill him. But I've never been so relieved in my life.