I am so grateful, I think, for the shock. The shock sustained me thru the weeks when I had tasks after tasks to complete. Now things are starting to settle a bit. Now I can hear the wind speak. Now I see the shadows move. Now I give even more credit to the man that Chad was-even than I did while he was alive. Chad and I secluded ourselves in our personal time. We didn't go out with friends, socialize, host BBQ parties, etc. Our time was our time. I absolutely never felt like I was 'missing' any other kind of social interaction needs. I'd tell Chad to go out with his friends; he'd rent a movie that we'd watch together. When we did go out, it was together, art exhibits, festivals, parades, bands, whatever. The rules were simple, he could go out with his friends; I could go out with mine. 'Do unto others..." We'd joke about it, but the underscore was serious. Respectfully, we treated our relationship. Honestly, we treated each other. Only one time in three years did Mercer ever not keep his word. Only one time. Geez. That's pretty freaking awesome. It's sad that I can remember the one and not have a count of the thousands of times that he did. I adored the honesty, respectfulness, and trust that I experienced with Chad. Even when he made me mad enough to chew the bark off a dog, I still loved and respected Chad.
Now, I'm having to deal with society again. I gotta tell you, the manners of some people really piss me off! I gotta tell you, the stupidity of some people really piss me off. One of his co-workers stopped by the other day and just started talking and all I kept thinking was poor Chad to have had to endure working a shift with this person. I offended another when I told her what I thought of Chad's supervisor who hid behind the dumpster and refused when the 9-1-1 operator asked him to check on Chad. Ha.(I got a whole bunch of people mad at me about that.) The infantile men that murdered Chad, "because they could" direct quote. I gotta tell you that I have always made a habit to stand back and check myself, my own behavior. It hasn't always been something that I've been proud of, but if I ever did fail to meet my own standards, you can bet that there was a reason. I only ever saw Chad really angry twice and only once mad enough to react in a physical way. It was an awesome kind of anger, like an angelic Michael fixin' to bring some brimstone in someone's stocking if you know what I mean. The rest of the time, other people's selfness, ignorance, neglect just didn't get to Chad like it gets to me. I asked him one time what that was, how he could do that. He just shrugged and didn't really give me the scientific answer that I needed. When faced with that kind of adversity, he'd just straighten his back, plant his boots firmly, relax his arms, but there was always an awareness, a keen sharpness in his eyes. He wasn't fooled by human nature. He recognized that some people were just assholes. He was only responsible for his reaction. That WAS his power. His empowerment. His method.
I've tried it a couple of times this past week. Straighten my posture, become aware, and act responsibly in my own communications. I still gots lots of learn' to do on this, I can tell ya. Mercer made it look easy. For Ayden's sake, I'm gonna try to teach her what her Daddy taught me. I figure that Karma things got to boomerang a lot faster back on those with the nasties if I'm standing unmoved. Like Mercer.