Filling in the blanks

August 11, 2013 1749

            After being away for the night I went to the tent where The Goat Man lay curled into a ball.  We spoke only what had to be said.  Yes, we were going to stay together, but neither of us liked the other.  We drove to the bathroom with the flushing toilet to wash up. 

            We parked next to Crystal and Dave’s truck where they were still sleeping.  We both walked in silence to the bathroom.  We did not talk to each other, look at each other, or act like a couple in any way.  I am emotionally exhausted.

            The night before standing outside the truck window Cindy said, “I am sick of the sand.”  I too am sick of the sand.  I am sick of the bugs.  I am sick of the trees.  I am sick of my knees being bent when I sleep.  I am just sick of this whole thing and I am angry.

            I walked out of the bathroom and The Goat Man was sitting in his side of the truck with the door open.  Completely exhausted I simple walked into his arms.  Neither of us said a word.  His strong arms grasp me like he was never going to let go.  He held me.  I cried and he continued to hold me in silence.  Things are getting crazy and overwhelming, but he is not going anywhere.  He is where I belong.

            So much has happened and I have not had a chance to write.  A wonderful lady named Ann Marie called just to check on us and offer help.  My friend, Megan has been very helpful providing us a shower, bed, air conditioning, and some good meals.  I have had two other friends offer help.  I know in my whirlwind mind that has ambushed with stress I am forgetting people, but so many have helped and we are so grateful for everything.

            The Goat Man was able to work in Megan’s yard.  He said he felt great being able to do something and be productive.  It was nice to see him working.  I have enjoyed the air conditioning and the ability to stretch my legs out on the bed last night.

            Please look for more to come.  We have been dealing with things larger than homelessness and when I find peace I will write more…