Getting back to updating
Mitchell (who I threw out, and against whom I have a restraining order in place) contacted me the other night. The RO entitles me to call the police and have him arrested on that account, but that seemed unnecessary given how limited and non-threatening the contact was, and because I could tell how miserable he was. Homeless, hungry, cold, and stressing about the disaster he's made of his life, it didn't seem right to inflict another trial on him. I still have some of his clothes packed up, so I took him some warm clothes and bought him some chicken-noodle soup and Nyquil, and tried to ease his suffering in some small degree. I am wary of my tendency to let my sympathetic nature lead me back into anything even remotely resembling our previous association, and have had any number of friends give me the same, stern warning... and I'm paying attention... but I would not be me if I didn't extend some kindness to someone who's hurting, especially one for whom I do actually care very much, despite the problems.
Of course, someone from the neighborhood saw us together in the supermarket parking lot and notified the police he was back in my neighborhood, so they came by looking for him, but he had gone his way by then. I was informed that I could get in trouble for violating the restraining order from my side, but that taking a homeless man his own warm clothes on a cold December night was not too terrible an act in eyes of the law, which was a relief.
NEwayz... been watching Tyler Perry movies all afternoon, and being a bit wistful that such wholesome, happy, family-oriented endings aren't as readily available to me in my real life as on celluloid (or whatever is the digital equivalent).
Of course, someone from the neighborhood saw us together in the supermarket parking lot and notified the police he was back in my neighborhood, so they came by looking for him, but he had gone his way by then. I was informed that I could get in trouble for violating the restraining order from my side, but that taking a homeless man his own warm clothes on a cold December night was not too terrible an act in eyes of the law, which was a relief.
NEwayz... been watching Tyler Perry movies all afternoon, and being a bit wistful that such wholesome, happy, family-oriented endings aren't as readily available to me in my real life as on celluloid (or whatever is the digital equivalent).