last year, mp told me a story about a shopping trip she had taken with the ex.
they had gone to ontario mills to do a little shopping, and the ex was trying on clothes in the gap outlet while mp watched. yeah, my person is pervy like that. anyway, all of a sudden, the ex announces that she has to pee. mp told her to change and she'd have the fitting room girl hold the clothes for when they got back. the ex said that she doubted she would make it, and proceeded to piss all over the floor. yeah, that's right. she pissed all over the floor.
i haven't peed on the damn floor (without being locked inside for more than 14 hours) since i was a very young pup... yet there was the ex, standing in her own filth, looking at mp for answers. luckily, the floor was linoleum, and not carpet. mp, being sensitive and empathetic to a fault, went out into the larger fitting area, told the attendant that she had been clumsy and spilt a soda (must have been mt dew, huh?) and asked for a handful of towels. she then mopped up the ex's urine, rolled the towels up, and carried them out to the trash (concealed in a purse. when she came back, she kissed the ex's forehead, said, "everybody makes mistakes," and cleaned the floor again with a damp towel.
i would have rubbed that freakin' bitch's nose in it. i know that some of my people need piddle pads, but that is ridiculous. and it is far from the only time that mp cleaned up the ex's mess-- of the same and other varieties. too bad it takes so many people so long to realize that you shouldn't shit on the people who treat you well. if you do, you will eventually be left knee deep on your own mess.
mp is so close to the new life she has dreamed of for years. everything is right there. she can touch it, she can feel it, she just needs to hold on and bring it close. either way, i will love her, because i know that she loves me even when i make mistakes... and that is why i try not to make them.
we want to know that someone will eventually love us enough to protect our dignity and feelings no matter what the risk to their own. we want to know that someone will love us enough not to crap on things indiscriminately. that's where the real balance of happiness lies... knowing you can, but caring enough that you don't.
