It’s a stretch for me to reveal this much, but I am having this going around and around in my head.
This afternoon my spouse voiced a wish someone he disliked would die. I was appalled and let him know it, loudly, in no uncertain terms (That’s despicable, disgusting, WRONG, and completely out of my universe) . Later he called it a “faux pas”. Jesus Mary and JOSEPH what a TURD!!!
Himself is a stroke survivor. He is five years out but still (obviously) has some barrier issues, along with the physical ones. This is a local person who has annoyed him for years, including prestroke. She annoys a lot of people, actually, but most see beyond the nosy town crier into the lonely person who connects wherever and whenever she can. There are also ethical issues for me professionally in terms of telling The Center Of The Universe why he should cut her some slack. We have a lovely cohesive community in our town, diverse except for the geezer status, and so there is frequent communal presence. Sigh. I’m just venting, and Himself is aware he screwed up.
I’m expressing frustration. This is mundane, pointless, and I’m sharing. That is very therapeutic for me, as I’d have to go outside our system to see a counselor, and that would take time I don’t really have.want to spare. No advice required, as the choices have been made and consequences will occur. However, hugs, cheers and jugs of fermented or distilled beverage will be gratefully accepted.