What was aggravating my fragile mental state and making the flea situation overwhelming were three things:
- I had broken up with my girlfriend.
- I was really stressed out at work.
- I felt like the fleas were everywhere.
I won’t go into details about the break up out of respect for my relationship…but I will say this…I have never in my whole dating life gotten along with any of my ex-girlfriends. Though they might disagree, I just never felt I could count on them to help me when I was going through hard times. Not so with Sunshine.
The weekend of the dark and stormy night, when I was taking out my clothes from chemically flower smelling plastic bags, one of my favourite sweaters given to me by her was riddled with red dots. I went ballistic. I couldn’t stop crying because this item of clothing always brought me comfort when I wore it, sort of like a security blanket. To have it desecrated like this was the last blow to my ego, my stoicism, and my heart.
I called Sunshine and bless her heart, she picked up. For the next two hours she just listened to me sob and be incoherent but she did manage to understand two things. I wasn’t eating and I wasn’t sleeping.
For the next few weeks, despite being in Newfoundland, she managed to nurse me back to health, both emotionally and physically. One of the nicest things she did for me, and really one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me, was buy me groceries from an organic health food store and have them delivered to my workplace. Hundreds of dollars worth of meat, veggies, fruits, juices and other beverages, and even some yummy desserts were brought to me in two overflowing boxes.
The gentleman who delivered them took one look at me when I went to the lobby and said you must be Geneviève. You are loved.
I started crying. Yes. Yes I was.
wow that is so amazing!
Yes. Yes you are. Xoxx
My friend and I are reading this post at work and we both feel like crying. What a beautiful way to express love. You are beyond fortunate to have Sunshine.