Eyebrow oddness and damming (no, not damning)
Alrighty…can I just say that crying your eyes out makes your eyebrows feel INCREDIBLY odd?
Now…to relax you all, if indeed you’re worried at all, I feel I should explain that statement. Since I apparently never explain anything to those who supposedly care about me...Can you tell that I can hold a grudge? For those of you who don't get it, don't ask...
I…react like a dam. I store things up, and I just keep storing and keep storing until sometimes, the pressure gets so enormous that the dam begins to crack. At first, it’s small cracks, a few arguments. Then it gets wider and wider and wider and ever more serious…until the dam collapses under it’s own pressure. That happened today. Well, technically yesterday.
I didn’t even realize that I was storing the pressure. I really didn’t. I just mentally filed everything away for examination later. But I never got to the examinations, because I forgot. It was just a series of small to medium things that just…built up over the past three or so months.
Because normally, Tavish not waking up wouldn’t affect me as it did. Taking the dogs out and them being assholes wouldn’t affect me as it did. Being called a bitch by the man I love wouldn’t affect me as it did. Not having money, not being able to get a job, maybe not even getting to go to Wisconsin this summer…would make me blow up at Tavish right after he woke up and then make me storm out of the house. They wouldn’t make me say the things that I did.
And then they wouldn’t make me cry myself out in his arms for an hour. Well, that last one might make me cry a bit, but not for an hour. And I cried myself to sleep. A damned deep sleep, apparently, since I fell asleep around three-to-four-ish and didn’t wake up until five in the morning. So…yeah…who knew, huh?
Anyway…it’s all out. And I feel a lot better…though my eyebrows still feel astoundingly odd.