My Guardian Angel

I would like to nominate Malcolm for sainthood, and here's why....
Firstly, I had the most amazing weekend. Malcolm and I created our own fun after the party we'd anticipated attending was cancelled for the hosts health. (We wish you many good thoughts, btw, S&S!) We spent Saturday and some of Sunday (err, EARLY Sunday) with some friends that are, without mincing words.....OUTRAGEOUS fun. Thank you guys! But the cream of my night was spending that wonderful time with the man I love. We laughed so hard cuz my friends picked me up for the trip to Portland in the biggest truck I'd ever seen...well that wasn't a work vehicle. It got a rip roaring 10.4 miles to the gallon, and required a small step ladder to get in. It was HUGE. We made it to Portland, picked up Malcolm, and went to Motel 6, cuz they left the light on for us. Malcolm and I were together, finally, after a long 12 days apart, and we couldn't wait for the hotel. We just started kissing, and necking in the back of the truck, and J laughed and said "Jeepahs, it looks like you two haven't seen each other in a couple weeks or somethin!". Malcolm and I said, right on cue and right at the same time, "we HAVEN'T!", and went right back to kissing. My God I miss him so much. Anywho, after a night that lasted....7 1/2 hours, we finally got to sleep...for 2 hours. Wow we were exhausted, Malcolm more than anyone because he puts so much of himself out there. I still get shivers when I think about him. He started and ended his night with me, and his only concern was that he took good care of me. You always do baby, you always do. I don't really remember much of the rest of Sunday because I spent most of it sleeping on and off. LOL, WOW is all I can say to that.
But today I probably did something that will rate as high on the scale of stupidity for my life as anything I've ever ever done. I went to Portland to pick up some things for a wedding I'm doing this weekend. While I was there, I decided to stop in and visit Mrs D. Mr was supposed to be off today, and she hadn't had lunch yet so I called via her phone and harrassed him to come and feed her. I didn't guess then because I was distracted by Mrs D and her idle chatter, and by the dog...who finally likes me. So as we waited for Mr to come and get her, we sat outside in the beautiful sunshine and chatted about stuff...the hubcaps, the trees, the traffic. Mr was late, as usual, and my temper was running pretty high. He took her to a local deli and she got a sandwich, and I tried a veggie thing there, and we went back to his porch to eat. Mrs D went in, and then Mr did his pitch. Without getting into the ugly insults I hurled at him because I just wanted to knock his fucking block off, I agreed to have Mrs D come live with me for a couple of weeks. KaPOW, the bomb drops.
I have to stress how uncomfortable this situation is for me. I'm already a caretaker to my mother, a nasty old battleaxe that will have a conniption as soon as she figures out what's going on. It'll be screaming, and insults, and verbal nastiness, threats, the whole nine yards. And that doesn't take into account that my 8 year old lives here and will witness all of it. Mrs D is her own baggage, and none of it light. AND, now Mr will be a frequent flier in and out of my home because he knows DAMN well that if he just dumps her here I'll assassinate him. And yes, here I am, saving his ass AGAIN.
So....I had to tell Malcolm. Now...You know someone is starting to know you really really well when you call, and the only word you say is Hi, and the first thing he asks is "What's wrong?". So I just spit it out and told him the WHOLE story. Told him that if I do the tough love thing the person who suffers isn't Mr, it's Mrs D. Told him that I love and care about her, and I can't allow her to live in an unsafe situation. I told him I didn't know what else to do, because nobody else would help her. Note I am saying nobody else WILL help. They will ALL say they CAN'T help. You are ALL a bunch of selfish assholes, every last one of you. I'll give exception to Becky, because she really is doing her part. Everyone else, FUCK YOU!
I expected Malcolm to be angry, and he was. Really angry. Not at me though, which puzzled me. He was angry FOR me because he's had it with the bullshit. But he calmed down, and told me that he understands my reasons for wanting to do it, and he would probably do the same thing. He says I have his support, but wanted me to understand upfront that this will end badly no matter what, and to not expect anything to be good about it in any way. Malcolm understands so much about my dynamics, with me and with my mom, and my family. He really nailed it dead on, another amazing trait he possesses. I feel like I've disappointed him, let him down. I know he still thinks I'm carrying a torch for Mr, even though he also knows that my love for him is genuine. This is really going to be a test for us. I hope I can pass it.
Meanwhile, Mrs D is sleeping...I hope. I'm praying for a worry free night, although I doubt I'll get much sleep tonight. Malcolm, I love you more than I can tell you. I love you for being the man that wants what's best for me because you care for me like that. I love that we can be open and honest and talk about stuff, and you don't cut me off. I love your analogies, LOL! I want to prove to you that I'm everything you hoped I'd be, and I want to prove that I won't let you down.
Lastly, to Mr. All bets are now off, btw. Here's the bald truth. Love isn't about the googly fun times, or the party weekends, or watching a plasma screen tv. Love isn't watching your significant other's life spiral out of control while you giggle and hope for the best, and look for another party to attend. Love is making tough hard decisions based on what's the best thing to do, and the RIGHT thing to do. Love is accepting the total package of your significant other's life, even the parts you think you don't have a spare room for, and making room for them in your heart, and if need be, in your home. Love is sacrificing of yourself and quite possibly your family to make a stronger whole from the parts, even when it looks like it's not gonna be cute and pretty and fun. You need to WAKE UP. You need to see that you were fucked, and that the person who you turned to to bail you out, the person you trusted again, wasn't your "girlfriend". These things I've written, they are the decisions SHE is supposed to be making as your significant other. I can't spell it out ANY plainer than that. She KNEW going into a relationship with you that you had bigtime baggage, and the fact that she'd try to shove it out of her way now....wow. I don't know who I hate more in this instant. Her for being so completely useless and such a lowlife, or YOU, for being with her and trying to justify her behavior while Mrs D was left out in the cold...FUCKING LITERALLY. Just know that I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing it for Mrs D, because who you've become shouldn't make her life this hard. She deserves better.