Page 77 of The Stars in the Sky
Mature and Responsible
A FEW TENSE DAYS passed as Happy was given medicine, pumped with water, and we waited.
And waited.
And waited some more.
At first, he seemed to get better with the medicine.
Then he got worse.
And then it passed.
He had the impaction type of colic, thank God, not the twist. But still, it made me realize that I lived in an ideal world and I needed to sometimes go out and visit the real world. I was still going to work for my ideal world, but things in real life were messy.
I couldn't save all of the animals. I'd try to. But I couldn't.
Still, if we’d been forced to euthanize Happy, I knew that I'd have been torn apart, but I would have supported Will. I would have cried for days, but there were some grown up decisions that had to be made and that was one of them. I hated it, but it was true.
Thankfully, it didn't get that far, but it was eye-opening for me to know that I would have made that decision. I never would have thought that I would.
But I never would have thought that I’d be dating a Republican, either. Sometimes things weren't always what you thought they would be.
The kids from the ASD program were adorable. They loved riding the horses. You could tell that they were affected by the sensations of the sway of the horse, the movement of riding. While there weren't any huge breakthroughs, there were no major problems, either, and I considered that a victory.
Travis and Trixie were inseparable. Travis's mom planned on getting him an Australian Shepherd when they got back home. Will gave her the number of where he got Trixie.
When the kids were packed up in the van, Will turned to me, "One week down."
So.
That.
Since the night that I had slept in the bunk, I never went back. I slept in Will's bed every night. Every night, he gently kissed me goodnight and hugged me, but that was it. Every morning I woke up with Will's cock poking me in the back. And we didn't do anything about it.
I was sick of it. It was worse because I knew that it was my idea. And my thoughts were getting more and more sexual, since a package had arrived for me that day. I couldn't wait to use it. Still, we weren't done with the moratorium. There were some things that I had put off talking about because I was scared of the answers. No time like the present, I guess.
I turned to him and said, "When you have a second, can we talk?"
"Sure. Now?"
I nodded. We went to his house, to the back man cave with the television, and sat on the couch. He sat next to me, pulling my legs into his lap.
"Can we have a mature discussion about politics?"
He looked at me and held my calves firmly, comfortably. "Yeah."
I reached over and touched his cheek. "Tell me why you're a Republican."
"Don't want to pay taxes."
I looked at him. He let out a breath and continued. "I guess it's just a personal responsibility thing. I'm not opposed to helping people. I do it." I nodded. "Republicans give more to charity than Democrats. But it's just that I don't like being told what to do by the government and I don't like paying for it. The social stuff—gay marriage and all that, I don't care about. Not my issue."
"What do you mean not my issue?"
"People can do what they want in their bedrooms. Don't want to tell them what to do and I don't want them telling me what to do. Don't want someone regulating my land and I don't want someone taking my money through taxes and spending it on stupid shit. Roads? Sure. Schools? Sure. But some program to do I don't know what? No. People can figure that shit out on their own without the government. I don't want to be forced to do it."
I looked at him and listened. "How can you support candidates that I detest?"
