Before you look at the title and think im patting myself on the back please read on… its not what you think.
48 hours ago I had an ex try to reconnect with me. I don’t know if she was after friendship, a booty call, just curious what has changed in 9 years, or what.
she asked me a ton of questions and after the “seeing anyone?” question the follow up was… well, the inspiration for this post. kinda.
“are you happy?”
I love her…
“are you happy?”
we have two beautiful children…
“aww… Are you happy?”
the answer to your question is buried in that blog, that’s my wife.
-12 hours pass-
I woke up to an e-mail, it explained that she read the blog back to front and then asked me a few more questions, an hour or two later she logged into yahoo IM and simple said…
“You are a Saint. My respect for you has grown by leaps and bounds.”
now let me explain that the girl in question was being sincere, she doesn’t have a sarcastic bone in her body…
now that I explained the source of this post lets get to my reason for posting.
If you are a person who deals with a mentally ill person/people on a regular basis and you do your best to accommodate them and at the same time treat them like a regular person you are in my eyes a saint and deserve my thanks, and Karen’s for that matter.
Examples that hit close to home would be Deb, my best Friend Rob, Karens best friend Stacy, Brenda, Karen’s bosses and Fellow employs, my best friend Jesse, Skates, etc…
Its hard to do for someone like ME and I deal with mental illness daily and have since I was a wee lil fellow, and have an inside understanding of what its like to be diffrent. but for a normal Functioning person… thats saintly.
now you may notice that I throw around the phrase “best friend” alot above…
I can count all my true friends who I trust to a fault on one hand, and 2 out of the four of them I consider my best friends… because they take the above to a degree that is beyond saintly in my eyes.
Jesse and Rob both have gone out of their way to help my family. Rob makes it a habit of taking me out to eat atleast once a month. not because I need fed(LOL), but because its one of the only times I get out of the house in a given month.
it would take an entire other post to give Jesse Praise…
anyway, ive gotten of track if I was ever even on track. the point im getting at is. to all they people who have stuck with us even with our problems. I thank you with all my Heart. you are a saint.