I think by now, with all I’ve written about him, you all have gleaned that Steve is a bit of a caretaker and a giver. He’s a lot like John that way, always the first to do things for others. Which is lovely, of course. But people like that often get taken advantage of.
He has a friend who recently went into a nursing home. Before she did, he was doing a lot to care for her, and somehow, even though she has her own family, responsibility for advocating for her in the home became his. (Somehow, she says. Right. It became his because he accepted it.) Long story short, he had to remove himself a bit and back off, and she has others handling her care, but she still calls him constantly. She wants him to visit. She wants him to bring her things. It’s at that nursing home that he most likely picked up that freaking staph infection that nearly ate his face.
Anyway… so yesterday, while we were having pre-spanking talk, his phone rang. He looked at the caller ID — guess who? “I’m not answering it,” he said firmly, and we went back to talking. A few minutes later, while I went about closing the windows and preparing for our scene, he checked the message. No emergency. She just wanted him to bring her the mail. (sigh)
I was across the room, ready to come to him. He stood at the couch, holding his phone, looking sheepish. “I probably should call her back, huh?”
I made such a face, he put his phone down. “Or not,” he added. I just shook my head and snickered at him. “What?” he asked.
“Look at you,” I smirked. “You’ve got a woman all ready to drape herself over your lap and bare her ass to you, and you’re like, ‘Oh, wait, maybe I should call an old lady in a nursing home first.’ Way to prioritize, honey.”
He sat down and glared at me. “Be quiet and get your ass over here.”
Mmmmmm. Yes, please. That’s more like it. First things first, FFS.
I got my much-needed attention, and she got her mail later. Win-win.
That wasn’t too much to read, now was it? :-Þ
(Thanks to all who commented yesterday.)