I'm insane.
I know this as a fact, I don't question this for a second.
The reason I know this is because I look at people I don't know and imagine what their lives are like, I create imaginary lives for them, their children, husbands, wives, pets, homes, everything. This can go on for hours me seeing their imaginary lives and I know nothing what so ever about them, sometimes I spend way too much time in my head, mean while I've been talking to people or eating and wouldn't even know it. Like last night I was thinking about something else while reading a book, I read a whole chapter before I realised I didn't take in any of it and had to refocus and re-read the chapter. What I'm getting at is a particular person I've found myself thinking about alot recently and what their life is like, it's something that has always stuck with me and every so often he drifts into my head and I wonder what his life is like.
He is someone my Mother used to date, I've never met him, she (my mother) has pointed him out once or twice. Their history however is what makes me think of him. My mum told me she and this man dated for a few months, he was a cousin of her older sisters boyfriend/fiance. Anyway she was happy dating him, they're were young and she was just having fun. However my mothers and his relationship changed drastically one evening. Whenever I doubt my Mothers decisions I think of her story of that night and I know she knows what she's doing. So at her older Sisters Boyfriend/fiance's 21st Birthday, my Mum being the gorgeous girl she was was chatting with a boy that wasn't her current boyfriend at the time. Needless to say the boyfriend came over took my Mother by the wrist firmly and escorted/dragged her upstairs. Next came the accusations, Mum told him he was out of line and all hell broke loose, he punched her in the face and ripped her dress, consequently breaking her cheek bone.
Now, this is where the great decision takes place, one that will undoubtedly effect the rest of your life. Do you take the beating as your mistake or do you know it wasn't your fault and kick the bastard to the curb. Mum is strong, mentally and emotionally, she asked him to leave and he did so. Not until he was gone did she allow herself to cry, her sister came across her, gave her a new dress, helped her put makeup on, my mum didn't want to ruin the 21st for everyone. The next day he came back with flowers and apologies, she told him she never wanted to see him again, after he wouldn't take no for an answer she told his cousin. She never heard from him again. Later on she would find out that her older sisters boyfriend/fiance went around and gave him a "good talking to".
What I'm getting at is that this man still lives in my city, he has a family now, a wife and kids. I often find myself wondering, did he learn his lesson, does he hit his wife, are his kids happy. Then I find myself hoping, hoping he learnt his lesson, hoping he doesn't hit his wife, hoping his kids are happy. People make mistakes I get that, God knows I"ve made mistakes, not major ones, but things I wish I could take back. I just hope he learnt from his and that he and his family are happy. It's hard for my Mum, to see him in public. I understand that it would be, I'm lucky she was strong enough to stand up for herself, because I can't help but think, "what if he was my father?". I shiver at the though of that. I love my Father, he's amazing, he's at his best in a crisis. In the end I'm just so grateful I have the parents I do, and I want to stop thinking about this man and his life. I should focus on my own.
It's really warm. Cookies Cookies.
That's all for now,
Peace and love kids.
xx
