Yesterday morning, I woke up early and was fighting back the tears from the minute I got up. It’s so hard to leave there but I didn’t want Addie to see me crying. I don’t want her last memories of our fun time together to be of me crying so I managed to hold back the tears.
She had gone into the eating area at the hotel while I went to put a bag in the car. When I went in, she had one biscuit on her plate. I asked why she didn’t get eggs and she said they didn’t have any. I walked over to look and a gentleman sitting there said “They have omelettes today”. Addie doesn’t like those so I thanked him and he talked to Addie for a minute about going back to school. He was a nice, older guy – probably about my age. He was sitting at a table alone drinking coffee. Then a woman appeared in the door of the eating area wearing a nightgown – no robe, no slippers, hair not combed but just a typical sleeping type nightgown! She began yelling at the man. You’re not supposed to be down here! We’re supposed to have breakfast together! Come back to the room and wait for me to get dressed!
The man sat there and finished drinking his coffee. He looked at me and said “I guess I’ve had my chew for this morning!” He was grinning. I took that to mean it happens often.
Addie said “Why was that lady so angry?” I waited til the man left and then I explained to her that we can’t judge people! We don’t know the whole story. Maybe, though doubtful, he had something wrong with him and wanders off . . and I explained to her that one time she was hiding from me and I couldn’t find her and I kept calling her name and when I found her, I was kinda angry with her. She remembered that. So I told her that maybe the lady thought he was lost and had been looking for him. I told her that the best thing is if we always talk to people the way we would like for people to talk to us. I asked her if she thought that lady would like it if someone talked to her that way? NO! I asked her how she would feel if someone talked to her that way. Not good! So I told her that even when we’re angry, we need to think about what we’re saying and how we’re saying it.
What I didn’t say to Addie, is I think she was just an angry, hateful woman and that’s normal behavior in their household.
But, as I was driving, I kept thinking about them and I felt so bad for that man. I wondered if I could have said something to her or said something encouraging to him. It’s just sad to think about people who may be so unhappy in their own home. A couple of times, while driving, a tear trickled down thinking about them.
Then, I called the realtor who owns my apartment. I told his assistant that I would let her know when I leave and when I will be back so if they need to go in, they don’t have to call me first. I called and she was off today but he answered the phone. He’s such a nice guy. He asked if I was happy . . if everything was ok with the apartment. I told him yes . . I love it. It’s perfect for what we need. He said “I’m so happy to have y’all there.”
Oh, my . . I cry more when people are nice to me than when they’re mean to me. I ended the phone call and the tears fell. Leaving Addie. The man and woman in the hotel. The nice realtor. A few tears and I was back on track