The Truth Hurts

Well....we had our first big fight today. Someone called wanting Mark to come look at some work. He talked to the girl for a few minutes, told her his brother hit him and he'd been in "jail" for a month, but he could take a look at it. He handed me the phone to give the e-mail address so she could send the information. I then proceeded to tell her that he'd suffered a severe TBI and wouldn't be working for a little while. He got SO MAD at me. He said I made it sound like he was stupid and couldn't do anything. He said he was just trying to make some money to take care of his family. He said she would never call us again to do any work. He put his jacket on and got in the car to wait to go to therapy.

I felt horrible. What was I supposed to do in this situation? I'm trying to protect him and take care of this family. I understand how it must feel to be completely sidetracked and know that he's not himself. I felt like a jerk and that I did what I needed to do, all at the same time. I apologized that he felt that way and tried to explain to him that he's just not ready yet. He didn't really understand what I was saying. This sucks really bad.

Avery didn't have a friend to hang out with today, so she went with us to therapy. I dropped a disgruntled Mark off and we ran some errands. Wayne picked Mark up and took him to lunch and to another work related meeting. This time Mark got to be a helper to one of the electricians. He was beaming when he got home. It did wonders for his mental state. We kissed and made up and Mark said, "I don't want to fight with you like that. I missed you today. Please come be with me." We snuggled and watched a little TV before he fell asleep. All's well that ends well.

I learned some things today that I didn't know otherwise. I learned that people you are supposed to be able to trust the most can be the biggest disappointment to you. I am sick. I am disgusted. I am hurt. I am angry. I feel like a fool. And while the truth may never come out in this life, I know that one day it will. And while I am required to forgive, eventually, I do not have to be friends with these people. I do not have to allow them back into our lives. I don't trust them. I don't like them. I can't stomach them. I am done with them.