We’re going down the personal lane this morning, so if you’re not in the mood, skip ahead to someone else. But I need this to be out there…
I’d been looking forward to watching this silly cartoon. The latest Batman thing hit the stores and I was school boy curious about it. Too tired, just hit pause and watch it later. Usually these are the things I just watch on my own because rarely do others share my giddy feelings. Last night was different.
Without getting into a movie that I ultimately didn’t like, it just destroyed a strong character for no reason other than to add length to the presentation. Having a friend openly join me knowing the evenings plan, and to do it willing and without hesitation, normally I would question their sanity.
No cell phone watching, her attention was on the screen for most of the time and making sure I was okay the rest. Long ago we had that talk about what we both needed from each other. Strong shoulders from each, for each, and the rest of the world would just work its way out.
So rather than go home and just enjoy the silence of her own place, her teenage daughter at camp for the week, she was sitting on the couch? We split some salads and I stared at the cookie but passed. The only disagreement was her pulling on the blanket that spanned the both of us, but mostly it was a joke.
I couldn’t help but ask as we each picked up our leftovers to head our separate ways, “Could I ask why you would put yourself through that cartoon? Not your normal viewing.”
What I expected to hear was not what I got. I handed her the bag with tomorrow’s lunch and walked toward the door. It was early, most nights I can’t stay up late, other times the medication just wears me out in a different way. So 8 p.m. and I’m getting my evening ritual started.
“It’s more than being worried about you. Some days when you are asleep and I’m awake I wonder if I’ve done enough to help. I want to do more. But love makes people do things for others at strange times.” And out the door she walked.
I watched her go and never said anything in response. She knows all of the damage, the stuff you see and the stuff she has had to hear. That has worked both ways, I know her secrets as well.
There was never a chance to respond, she knew better than to wait. It would have taken me forever to say the wrong thing anyway!
My assumption has always been that someone was going to get hurt. I also knew it was going to be her, because I was the one leaving at some point. We decided during some silent conversation we would live with that, while trying to live with the daily issues.
Her husband was a piece of work [really a piece of shit]. I don’t want her or her daughter to feel an ounce of pain because of me. They seem to think I’m worth it, I’m not so sure.
Anyway, knowing her daughter also will at some point see this and write me a oddly worded email talking about how she doesn’t see the difference between me and the boys at school [a reference to maturity, I’m sure], let me say this as simply as possible.
The people I have surrounded myself with I love deeply. Without reservation and without an ounce of regret. Those not around that is for a reason. I don’t have the time to spend with people who aren’t going to be there when I need them. Lived that life, it hurt. Those scars are on the outside as well as the inside.
I could have Han Solo’d it and replied “I know!” or “Ditto”, but hopefully those words echoing into the humid air as the door closed didn’t need a reply. I appreciate every moment, I’m lucky to have people who care.