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Conflict
Sir and I have been having arguments. Â Which… sucks. Â We don’t usually have arguments. Â Or they are at least very one-sided if we do. Â I argue. Â He says no. Â I argue. Â He gets all dominant and makes my life miserable and I give up on arguing… Â eventually. Â He rarely argues BACK. But we’ve been having some arguments the last couple of days and… Â I’ve been thinking about why that is happening and I think that our D/s relationship isn’t as solid in this arena and I think that Sir is struggling and… probably I’m not sure where I want it to be either, with knowing where our relationship is defined…
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Secrets
I slept better last night. Â A little. Â Weird dreams, but I managed to sleep until 10, so… little better. Sir and sub brother have been home (they went away on their own trip) for a couple days now. Â But something has been bothering Sir. Â He hasn’t said that, I just know. The thing is, he doesn’t talk about it. Â He won’t talk about it. Â So my best guess is that it is work related because… that’s really the only thing he doesn’t talk about. Â Ever. And I… Â feel strange about my feelings about that.
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Sleepy
It’s only 7:45. Â I’ve been falling asleep since 5. Â I can’t even… Â I’m giving up. Â 8 o’clock bedtime it is.
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Home Again
I know. Â I am SO far behind! Â In everything. I’ve been home for… two days? Â Three days… ? Â It was the most surreal experience… Â I got on a plane on Tuesday afternoon. Â Flew overnight… And arrived on… Tuesday evening. Â It took me a couple of days to wrap my brain around that. I’m also struggling horribly with jet lag. Â It’s worse than it was at the other end, which is weird, because the sun doesn’t even set until 10:30, and rose again at 4… where I was, but I adapted faster to that time change than I have to coming back home… despite normal daylight hours… So, I’ve been dragging…
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Delusions
I grew up a thin child. Â I was extremely active, and my parents didn’t keep junk food in the house. Â I didn’t think a lot about food one way or the other (besides how much I hated tuna and tamale casserole) until I was around ten years old. Then my dad, because he had problems of his own, became obsessed with my weight. Â Not that I was fat, but that I would BECOME fat. Â Now that’s a hard one to fight. Â It’s “no, you’re not doing anything wrong, but you might in the future, so you have to be treated like a criminal now just in case.” My dad taped…
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Oslo
Well, I survived Stockholm. It wasn’t terrible. Â And I got to meet Dice, so that definitely elevated the whole experience (and Dice is awesome, by the way). Â I loved the two small towns in Sweden where we went first, but as far as big cities, Stockholm definitely didn’t live up to Copenhagen. Â We saw a couple of cool things and a couple of meh things. Â I wasn’t particularly sad to leave and I probably wouldn’t go back (except to see Dice). Copenhagen and one of the small towns in Sweden are definite return visit destinations. So today, we got up early and got on a train (for six hours) to…
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Travel Weary
I am in Stockholm tonight.  Not really, because I’m post dating all of these posts so that there isn’t a gap while I’m away.  I manage to write enough posts before I left that I had a daily post through 16 days of my trip, but of course, that left me with a 4 day gap to  worry about constantly.  So, it’s a Friday night.  I’m sitting here doing laundry in the hotel and conceding to anxiety and perfectionism. Fortunately, I bought a keyboard just before I left.  It’s a bluetooth keyboard so I can sync it to my phone (other phone, tablet, etc.) and then type on the…
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Rain – Moments with Sir
This story references this post: Shroedinger’s Rain. I could hear him approach me, and I flinched. “I don’t want to be touched! Please…” Sir stopped, one hand already outstretched to comfort. That hand hung for a moment in the air between us, then curled into a fist and I heard him sigh. “Okay.” A spasm of agony wrenched my chest and I turned away from him, gripping the edges of the counter and focusing my gaze on the branches outside the kitchen window. I could hear the confusion in his voice, the threads of hurt and concern. I heard his footsteps retreat but then they stopped and I heard soft…
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Schroedinger’s Rain
I wrote once about a conversation I had with Ryan about having a mental illness. Â He and I both have bipolar and PTSD and anxiety. Â I was talking to him about reality, about when you have a mental illness, it is like standing in the rain. Â You know it is raining. Â You can see the rain. Â You can feel the rain. Â You can smell the rain. Â You are soaking wet with rain and rain is dripping into your eyes. Â It is raining. Â And then someone comes up and tells you that it’s not raining. Â Now, you can see that this person is also getting rained on. Â It is raining. Â The…
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Black Holes and Porridge – Moments with Sir
As the time for my departure on an international trip approaches, my anxiety has risen to new heights of awesomeness. Â Combined with ruminating depression, I spent most of yesterday, and all night, obsessively thinking about the most horrific things that might happen while I’m away and was completely unable to stop thinking about them. Sub Brother has been struggling a little bit as well, though not at the level I am. Â But it’s enough that he’s becoming indecisive. Â He becomes anxious about making a choice and it causes him to freeze a little bit sometimes, even if the decision isn’t important. Sir frequently amazes me and… at the same time……