I'm sitting in a hotel lobby and the guy across from me in the lobby is on the phone. He is giving it to his wife.She overspent the budget and got a ticket. She overshot the budget and he is getting louder by the moment. He throws in a "joke" and then rips her for not being able to take the joke then goes back to how she screwed up. Now let's deconstruct this a bit. He controls things and she did something which he could not control (perhaps on purpose). Now he must berate her to make her feel bad and reassert his dominance and control over her.
I want to go over and ask him if he really means for everyone in the lobby to hear. Perhaps he does. I only know one day he will regret it. It just isn't today. We all have regrets and they become more pronounced whenever a shoe drops.
Cindy hasn't been feeling too well and I fear the sound of another shoe dropping. I fear it more than my own death and I fear that plenty.
"We're the best partners this world's ever seen together were close as can be but sometimes its hard to find time in between to tell you what you mean to me you are the rose of my heart you are the love of my life a flower not faded nor falling apart if you re tired rest you head on my arm rose of my heart." Rose of My Heart - Johnny Cash
I can see the pain in her movement and in her face and it kills me that I can't do anything about it. I would take all the pain if I could but I can't.
That brings me back to the guy who is now far too loud about the money and regrets and a shoe which I hope never drops but I see is hanging by a thread more slim than the one that held the sword of Damocles. So say a prayer for threads and shoes, threads and shoes.
