Public Service Announcement

Hey folks, just a quick note to let you know a couple things:
1. Sorbet is delicious. 2. If you slam a hard object into your cervix repeatedly and you have the thing where you have a lot of inside cervical cells on the outside of your cervix you will bleed.
Every. Damn. Time.
3. There will be smut this evening. I have been tasked with it.
4. I don’t so much like myself…have you ever had an infected cut? It hurts, kind of heals over trapping all that white blood cell (pus) goop. It looks better but you know deep down it’s a mess. So you pick at it, it hurts and drains, and then either re-infects or heals completely. Often this cycle will continue until it finally heals. Last night I drained the emotional wound (again). Am I ready to get a divorce – no. Am I ready to fully commit to my marriage and live without fulfilling my needs – hell no.

I’m getting there. I don’t yet know how…but I will be a whole person again someday.
Darnit.
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Stupid Emotions

Today started off with the grumble roar of a garbage truck. ¬†I jolted out of bed wondering why I once again forgot to drag it to the outside of the fence, certain I would drag my butt out there extra early. ¬†It’s never happened yet, but by golly maybe someday I will. ¬†ūüôā ¬†The very nice garbage men waited and took my trash and they all grinned at me stupidly. ¬†I looked down to make sure I was wearing pants (hey, I’ve done stupider shit) and happily yes, there were in fact pants. ¬†shirt too. ¬†I felt like I was on a roll with the ‘normal’ when I realized I was wearing my collar. ¬†Yes, my lovely leather spikey collar Demon sent me. ¬†complete with tshirt and scrub pants. ¬†yep, I am a hella sexual beast. ¬†~rolls eyes~

Being the twisted freak I am I am kind of thinking that next week I should take the trash out with a ball gag on – just to mess with them. ¬†ūüôā

Then work, and¬†surprisingly¬†as days go–not too bad. ¬†Worked on some equipment, flirted with psycho (if flirting means discussing him performing my brazillian wax instead of the nice spa). ¬† ¬†Around 4pm I went on etsy and found what has to be my new favorite toy (purple/blue on black leather and anklet cuffs). ¬† I have been having way too much fun looking for naughty stuff on etsy. ¬†Some of it is stealth naughty; some is blatant and proud. ¬† I was planning on hitting the beauty supply store to buy wax (hey, I am not one to say no to a free and detailed wax) then home and relaxing. ¬†Instead….well, I talked. ¬†openly, freely, and intensely.

It started off well, I had that intense voice talking about how I love easily and deeply but rarely trust.  And then Safety dude went into an entire discussion about his life and questioned some of my beliefs in regards to love.  He asked me if my best experience ever had been my first and last would that have been enough for me.

oooooh, good question.

then he asked me about my husband, and was all of the stress there my fault–had I not tried hard enough.

well, hell.  maybe.

then, we talked further….I got to the point of tears running down my cheeks. ¬†It was intense and deep and a REAL conversation. ¬†Not one of someone encouraging me to divorce my husband…but just talking about love, what love means, what causes love to die, why we treat the ones we love the worst, his recent divorce, women he loved/thought he loved, how we ended up where we were.

I left this conversation feeling good. ¬†strong. ¬†centered. ¬†Somehow that led me to feel incredibly lonely…deeply bone achingly lonely once I got home. ¬†Met some friends for dinner and brought up the conversation and my friend put in her two cents (wants me to divorce). ¬†What do I want? ¬†still don’t know.

But I tell you what, I can sure “ATTACK” in a conversation. ¬†Make someone feel like shit even if I didn’t want that to happen. ¬†And in this case, that someone is Demon. ¬†I talk to him every day. ¬†every single day. ¬†I’m in uncharted waters with this man. ¬†I love him. ¬†I have never seen him in person, touched him, tasted, or smelled him – but I love him. ¬† And even though he has made some mistakes; I trust him as well. ¬†And that is very hard for me. ¬†I can count the people I trust on one hand.

I am really tired. ¬†I was given the task of trying to sort through these emotions, write them out, embrace them. ¬†The truth of it is as follows I feel guilty. ¬†I feel very very guilty. ¬†I have an entire life that keeps me sane separate from my husband. ¬†So I have some heavy guilt. ¬†Something else I don’t want to delve into too much is I said, out loud, “I cannot imagine being free”.

doesn’t bode well does it?

Anywhoodle…love ya’ll. ¬†time for sleep. ¬†~big yawn~

muah!

 

>Way too much

>Hey folks! Long time no chatty; things at work have been intense. We have a serious 1 step forward 2 steps back situation.

In other news I am now (apparently) an animal hoarder. I now have a whopping 3 dogs and I even have some cats. Sadly, Greebo has moved on. I cannot swear he has died because people have told me they've seen him; however I have not seen him in a Very long time. I find not thinking about it to be the solution there. In addition to three dogs I have a "guest dog". Guest dog's name is Freckles and he is the only dog around here bringing home income. I get "dog support" from my landlords. ~shrugs~ I think he is the best dog ever…but he was a little much for them. He's a snuggler, and lord knows I love a snuggly dog.

Life (my big girl) was found to have a thyroid problem and is now doing So much better on meds. I now share 2 of the same medications as my dog…specifically levothyroxine and meloxicam. Some people look like there dogs, some people develop the same medical problems (I guess…).

I'm losing weight. Primarily because I am now following a "food is stupid and I don't have time for eating let alone cooking and cleanup so screw it" diet. It is working out surprisingly well for me.

Tax season is 'acomin. Needless to say I'm petrified. All squirmy in my belly if I think about it to much. Everywhere I turn people are talking about taxes. Well, I'm gonna owe. And, uh…well yeah.

Oooookay. Time to talk about puppies or something. ūüėČ

Love ya'll.

-H.