That's been the change I noticed this week with my interactions with him.
I've been able to separate the business from the emotion.
This week...it was clear as a bell how desperate and sad he is. I finally got to that place that I've seen you and Bea and the veterans describe...It's like breaking through this wall of grief and rejection where you finally see them for who they really are today.
This isn't the guy who surprised D20 with a dollhouse when she was 4. This isn't the guy who took D12 to the store when he needed some tool and came home with a Barbie Jeep...or surprised D12 with a puppy or came home with a hamster.
This man is very sick and sad and desperate.
For once, I could see myself turning him away in favor of a healthy relationship or choosing to be alone because I'm not able to tolerate that kinda crazee anymore.
Love him, hurt some for the pain he must be in...but, not allowing him to drive my bus into hell.
AND!! I wasn't scared by the insurance investigator. I actually enjoyed the opportunity to give someone the facts. It's just one more headache to handle.
Now, I gotta focus on some work issues. Yesterday, all the editors and publisher were acting kinda weird.
Then, I found out this morning that an obit didn't run. Better not get blamed for that one. Not my department.
"You know, it's times like these when I realize what a superhero I am." Tony Stark/Iron Man
“Focus on what you can do, then do it with all your heart.” Lois Wilson
