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Health & Fitness

In Case of Emergency

At what point is your mother suppose to stop being placed on your emergency contact list? THAT is the question of the day.

At what point is your mother suppose to stop being placed on your emergency contact list? That is the question of the day.

Here’s the deal: I’m not married or engaged but I am living with my boyfriend and we have a fantastic relationship. I don’t see it ending anytime soon. I don’t see it ending ever. I trust him completely and I know he would drop everything to be there for me.

So why did I list my mom as my emergency contact when I signed up for the gym? Oh, did I mention that our apartment is about five minutes away from my gym and my mom is about an hour away? Yup, still listed my mother! Oh, and my mom is also listed in my phone as ICE Mom. (That's "In Case of Emergency").

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I can’t help it. I freak out. I am a worst-case-scenario type of girl. I mean, WHAT IF we did break up and then I had a slip and fall at the gym and the trainers needed to call someone? Can you imagine that phone call?

  • “Hey, this is Adam from BT Fitness, Amy just knocked herself the eff out and we need to know where we should take her.”
  • The former BF: “I don’t give a crap, let her die!” Or something to that effect.

I mean, even if we did break up (I HATE typing that) the then-former BF would probably be super sweet, but then I would be worried that he might get sad to get a call about me! Years ago I got an email from the apartment complex where I used to live with my ex, except it was addressed to his new girlfriend who had moved in the second I moved out. That was fun. No one should ever have to go through that!

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I did take a big step a few weeks ago, though, and I think I might have evened out my karma. I had to renew my license and I used the address of the apartment where BF and I live!

“Well, it is where you live,” was the smart response I got when I told him what I was doing. Yes, but it’s a commitment. That license does not expire until 2016. 2016!! I will be 34. Ho. Ly. Crap. That is a long time. I think I am having palpitations. I have to go now--I need to call the DMV!

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