I like to think I am a good person. I try really hard to be good, try to treat everyone with respect. I try to see both sides to every story and see why someone might think the way they do without judging them. I am friends with almost every ex I have had; of course, there are those who I have lost contact with over the years, but there are really only 2 with whom I won't talk. With all that in mind, this weekend I realized just how "not good" of a person I can be.
This weekend, I helped a friend move out of the home she shared with her boyfriend of many years. The whole time I was helping her, I would just look at her in awe. Here she was packing her things up, separating them from his...and putting his stuff back neatly!! There was the occasional tearing of a photo of the two of them, but she didn't throw anything. She didn't tear up his things even though she easily could have. She didn't hide his things. She didn't try to take things which could be "either his or hers." She was so mature about this.
At one point I just stood there feeling guilty. I watched her pack up her financial stuff in one box, put his stuff in another box, and put the box in the closet on top of the other things of his. I looked at the other person helping us and said: "You know, if that were me, I would be throwing his papers all over the room after what he did."
That's when I realized how much I really do have to work on myself everyday. It's a constant thing. And that's completely okay. I've been lucky my relationships ended civilly, for the most part. How would I react if things ended badly? I don't really know, but now I do know I can be honest with myself on this.
Lesson: It's not being a hypocrite until you know about it and STILL do nothing!
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