A Child Again

When David came home today I was still crying.
As he walked in and turned to get something out of the car I ran to him. Crying.
I said, "Honey, An Old Man Yelled at Me today, He was really Mean to me"
Now how childish is that?
(I could see myself crying to my Mom like that over 50 years ago.)
Yeah I am pretty much a baby when it comes to mean people.

But I needed David  to know and comfort me.
My head hurt, I cried so hard. My arms were aching,
He wrapped those big arms around me and said, "What Happened,"
Through gulps of tears and snot and red eyes and mascara running, I tried to tell him.
He said, "I wish I had been there."
He made me laugh a little then I settled down somewhat.
Then I went in and lay down a while and thought about what had happened.
It dawned on me.
If I had been a Man he never would have spoken to me that way. He is a bully to women..

Then Charles said later, I bet he was a smoker and was mad because he could not light up while pumping gas.
Yeah that was it too, I will agree to anything at this point. Yes Charles heard his first yell at me.

Later  I was talking to Charles, (my oldest son) I called the man an old Fart, I told him I was calling him Fish Poop but decided that God Would not like that.
Then Josh, (my oldest grandson) asked, (As I am looking at my 73 year old husband).
"Mamaw how old does he have to be, to be an old Fart?"
Oh my he caught me off guard on that one.
Suddenly I realized I, Me, Sue could also be referred to as an old Fart .
 Definitely my husband could be called that by someone who did not know him.

I told Josh I had to think about that one. He had me stumped.
So he made me laugh anyway and Now I will rest good tonight as I have laughed and been comforted by the Love of my Favorite Person, and No he is not an O. F.