When I'm writing, I either have the TV on or I listen to music. I need sound. I don't know why. I only know that complete silence makes me nuts. Anyway, when the TV is on, I catch bits and pieces of programs. The other day, some women were discussing infidelity. One said no matter how much she loved her husband, if he strayed even once, she'd have to end the marriage because she would never be able to trust him again.
I'm like that. Loyalty means a great deal to me, no matter what the nature of the relationship. When I was in college, my mother developed a friendship with a woman who was a tenant in one of our rental properties. I took an instant dislike to the woman, because I saw something in her that my very trusting mother did not. I've never been one to hide my feelings about anyone or anything, and this caused friction between Mom and me.
She was my mother, for crying out loud--how could she let this woman, this stranger, come between us? I felt betrayed.
When Mom found out I'd been right about her so-called friend, did I say "I told you so?" To quote Sarah Palin, YOU BETCHA!
When a good friend and fellow author found herself in a serious financial bind, I didn't hesitate to give her the money she needed to save her home from foreclosure. I didn't even have to think it over. Why? In a word, loyalty. I knew, without a doubt, that if our positions had been reversed, she would have done the same for me. I knew she was a loyal friend, not by words--talk is indeed cheap--but by her actions.
Not everyone places such a high regard on loyalty. Some who do come to take it for granted, abusing it rather than treating it as the precious gift that it is. Some eagerly welcome it but can't--won't-- reciprocate.
My pastor's wife once said I was great with animals but had a problem with people. She was joking, but I have to confess that it's true. Animals are capable of a degree a loyalty that few humans will ever understand.
Sad, isn't it?