In the earlier part of my relationship with Car Guy, I did something that tested the depths of his love for me. I accidentally backed into his black 2001 Acura TLS with the back of my big ass Ford F-150. It was dark.

I was mortified. Remorseful. Apologetic. I thought: “This is it. We’re done.”

Wrong. Car Guy was concerned I was OK. Minimized and normalized the damage.

I was relieved.

Oddly, every time I hear that Bee Gees song, “How Deep is Your Love,” I think of the time I hit Car Guy’s car and him not having a meltdown.