Yesterday afternoon was one of those days. I ran out to get gas for the lawn mower and litter for the cats. Before even getting in the truck, I had an encounter with a group of school children that made me angry, broke my heart and had me fighting back the tears. When I finally got in the truck, I had another encountered less than two blocks from my house, with two adults standing in the middle of the street. I held it together until I got home. I didn’t unload the car, just went to find the hubs and cried as soon as I got to him.
“What’s wrong with people,” I sobbed. “How can they not care about each other, at best, and hurt and abandon each other at worst?! I just can’t take it, babe! I can’t live on this planet with people like that! I don’t understand how you can do that to another human being – stranger or friend.”
He put his arms around me. “I know you can’t, hon. I know how hard it is being you. I tell myself that it’s just this area. That there are nicer, kinder people in other parts of the country, the world. I have to believe that.”