Yes, I was burned but I call it a lesson learned.

My husband talked to Peter yesterday and called him on his behavior.  In short, Peter said he treats Sibylle better than her last boyfriend, cooks for her, takes her on trips (what a benevolent saint!) so what he does with her is "his business and nobody else's."  That attitude is the biggest hallmark of people with no faith.  That their actions affect no one but themselves and only they can judge themselves.  Totally incorrect thinking in my book, but there you have it.

When bad things happen, as they do a lot these days, I try to remind myself that the experience matters.  Bad moments teach.  Now I know never to see Peter again.  I didn't know that before, although I suspected it that would have been the right decision.  Now I know if I'm feeling vulnerable and need a truly restful vacation, I should go alone or just with my husband and nobody else.  I didn't know that before.  So, I don't feel as bad now as maybe I could.  Perspective.  Life is not an upward trajectory. :)  I just keep repeating that to myself.

Lest you think I have nothing more going on in my life, you'd be wrong although easily forgiven since I tend to focus on the drama here.  A while ago I rescued a dog abandoned at a park near my house.  I'm a cat person.  I never disliked dogs; I just didn't understand them.  But this dog and I just connected.  My very good friend Holly took him and now he lives with her.  I'm sort of a part-time parent.  He's young, maybe a year old.  He's strong and I think he's a Be.lgian Mal.inois.  Those are bad-*ss dogs.  I tried attaching a picture but it's sideways and can't fix it.  Hmmm.  Give me some time on that one.

So, it's a looking like a good day.  I take Dog for his training class tomorrow morning because Holly is otherwise occupied.  I delivered the letter "Made for Another World" so astutely wrote to my parish on Tuesday.  I head to Mass on Sunday with my head held high.  I will not be defeated.