Lately

She sometimes wonders what else life could throw her way. Too many things going on simultaneously keeping her busy enough though that she might occasionally forget some of the bad while concentrating on the hopeful for something good to arise. One thing after another it always seems. Never enough money; song of my life, never enough time; story for everyone’s life, but always enough love, even when things seem to peter out and leave you breathless.

He sat in the dark with her Thursday night. Smoke from his cigar wafted around the dark porch. He’d recently given up cigarette smoking. ‘I know this is bad,’ he sighed holding the cigar away from him to squint at it in the dark. He stubbed it out and reached out a hand to her. ‘You’re the best friend I’ve ever had,’ he smiled tiredly. All the bullshit in the world suddenly seemed to fade away with those words.

Marriage vows raced through her mind hazily and she reiterated what they meant to her to him. Everything else is just “stuff”.

How could someone do the things that they’ve done and think it’s okay? How can people simply say a few words that they know will completely change life as WE know it and not even have the compunction to wonder how they’ve affected us as humans? How can they calmly go on with their day to day lives using and abusing, stealing the very security that used to be ours and not even try to hide that their lives are normal, happy, fun filled existences?

Someone was once quoted as saying… ‘There’s a special place in hell for people like that….’ I didn’t used to feel that way, but over time and in retrospect, I feel that way often about certain situations.