This is about my life, from the D/s relationship
i'm in with my Master/Husband to raising a special needs child to dealing with my mental
illness. Beware, this is not for children, 18 and over only please.
Yesterday was a weird day. i spent almost no time at all with J because i was doing my own thing. This almost never happens, but there it is.
i was up when he got home from work yesterday, he had went to the grocery store and i was putting the groceries away when Marcie called. She wanted me to bring her husband a pair of pliers because he was working on pressure washing the parking lot at her work. Grrr, okay. So i asked J and he said fine and after tucking him into bed off i went.
i spent about an hour hanging out with Marcie at her work listening to the saga that is her life. Then she reminded me that our uncle's funeral was at 2 o'clock. Oops! i had totally forgotten and hadn't gotten anything ready to wear. Shit.
So i went to the goodwill store shopping, and proceeded to try on every thing in the store in my size, with the help of Marcie' good friend who happened to be there. Nothing. Grrr, why is there never cute fat people clothes at the Goodwill? What do people do with their clothes when they loose weight?
Anyway, i ran around like mad, and finally got a dress together only to spill Hawian punch on it. Dammit! So i gave up and called Marcie and asked her to please loan me something. She did, and brought me an outfit that was way too big, but at least dressy. And, off she and i go to the funeral.
My father was there, of course, with the grave trolling whore. My oldest niece Iris was there too. My father and i have been estranged for a while, after being very close when my mother was alive and i am actively trying to bury the hatchet, so i asked if he would like to meet for lunch after the funeral. He agreed and after running around with Marcie for a while, Iris and i went to Wendy's to meet him. It was okay, although i was very disappointed that he had invited a whole bunch of other people so i didn't really get to talk to him much. Oh well. i even tried to be nice to the grave trolling whore but didn't make much headway as she remains a total bitch.
Iris and i went and washed her car and stopped by the liquor store. Then i came home.
J was making some kind of stew that he had gotten the recipe and spices for at the hunting and fishing show he went to the other day. i was wilting with exhaustion so J put me to bed for a nap until his mom and step dad got here.
i promptly had a killer nightmare. J gave me a xanex and put me back to bed. i missed his mom and step dad, and even worse missed Brad who came home finally but was sent off with J's mother for the night since i was flipping out.
i miss the Brad and the Kami, and i really miss J. i hope i can spend some time with all three today.
So yesterday was an up and down day. J slept all morning while i talked to friends and family on the phone and surfed the web. When his alarm went off i went in and cuddled in bed with him a while. He was a little frisky and it was looking like i might get some action (YAY) when there was a knock on the door. He said to tell whoever it was that he was asleep. Okay.
It was his new friend Larry at the door. He wanted J to go to a Hunting and fishing expo with him in a town about 45 minutes away. i told him J was sleeping but that i'd ask, come back in like 10 minutes.
Well, J has overheard parts of this convo, and when i get back to the bedroom he is getting dressed. He canceled our plans and went out with his friend. Although i am glad J has this friend it really hurt my feelings that he just dropped our plans like i was unimportant to him.
i moped for a while and then went to my sister's house. Vanessa was great. She caught me a buzz and sympathized making me feel much better. When her boyfriend got home he was even nice, wonder of wonders. i hadn't been to see Vanessa for a while and it was great to catch up, but still... i would rather have been with J.
