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Some Things Are Bigger Than The Olympics

I walked into the coffee shop bathroom and hearing someone talking, thought that both stalls were full. So I paused and waited, trying not to eavesdrop.

"The thing is, he actually loves you for who you are. And you need to just accept that."

Pause. No answer from the other stall.

"Yeah, you say that all the time. But you never do anything about it..."

Ah, phone. (While on the toilet...? this is something I will never understand)

"...yeah, tell me that when you actually get into recovery."

I am trying not to listen. But I feel sad for the person on the other end.

"You know, just because you're on the street doesn't mean that you can call anytime you want and just expect me to be there for you..."

Is that harsh? I'm not sure.

"I have things going on in my life too, you know. It would be nice if you were around when I needed a mother."


The conversation continued.
But my heart was broken.


Laura J said…
wow, that is sad. oh the things we do to the people we love the most. And I don't think that comment is too harsh. It's just honest truth.
Kirsten said…
sad. life is not easy.
paulman said…
That comment isn't necessarily harsh.
Beth said…
laura & paulman - i agree that the comment isn't necessarily harsh. it totally depends on the bigger picture that i don't know...this was more a log of the thoughts in my head as this happened.

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