I can’t understand why I was the way I was when I walked through the door this afternoon – in immediate and non-immediate hindsight, I really didn’t want to act that way. I got pretty riled up at the end of my school day and I was a little snackish, but the “asshole-ese” was coming out without me even wanting to hear it. My wife was being kind and understanding and I just didn’t want to hear any of what she was saying: it seemed forced and false and that she was hiding something. What shook me out of it? Love, hugs, kisses – things that cannot be misconceived or misinterpreted. Honest emotion without my mind misconstruing words or actions – fucked up me, can’t even appreciate kindness sometimes through my own foggy mind.
I do agree with my wife that the MindBodyGreen article truly resonates. Perhaps I should “mantra” through the stress – a new tool to manage the blackness: “Treat each moment together as though it could be your last. Rabbi and author Joshua Loth Liebman said it best: ‘Treasure each other in the recognition that we do not know how long we shall have each other.’”
If I never see her again, I don’t want the disease to have my last words. I don’t want the asshole-ese to be the last thing she hears coming out of my mouth. I need to fix me so that I can fix this. I need to show her my heart and not my darkness (this goes for my family as well, as I can’t count the number of times asshole-ese has come out with my parents).
Treat each moment together as though it could be your last.
Treat each moment together like your last.
Each moment could be the last.