“Pull yourself together
‘Cos you know you should do better” ~ Queen
I frequently have to remind myself that I’m a forgiving person. That I am not a vengeful, wrathful person. Today was one of those days. It bothered me. It still bothers me. I feel vengeful, but I am not going to act on it. I will forgive the adult man, the meter-reader who came by today and maced our friendly dog through the chain-link fence. I will forgive that adult man who reacted to a three-year-old kicking the fence in defense to her pet being maced, by throwing a piece of a brick at her and hitting her in the head, causing convulsions. I’m working on forgiving myself for taking the money out of Jess’ memorial fund to bail Dennis out of jail for kicking the tail of the meter man who maced the family dog and rocked our three year old.
However, I did tell the meter man, who had the nerve to approach me at the hospital while I was trying to see my head-injured baby, that he was lucky it was just my husband home. Had I been there, the police would have been searching for his remains that had been stomped into the ground.
Seriously. What grown man throws pieces of a brick at a three year old who is in her own yard, behind a chain-linked fence, causing her to have convulsions and then has the nerve to confront her mother at the hospital, demanding payment for his medical bills because of injuries he got for assaulting another person’s child?
Apparently they do that here.
Chloe is fine, but she has to spend the night at the hospital tonight. We’ll more than likely get to bring her home tomorrow. Dennis is home. Pissed off, but home.
I forgive that meter man. I shouldn’t, but I do.