the nearly perfect weekend popped like a bubble
I knew it was too good to be true. An excellent weekend filled with cross stitch, pleasure reading, guitar, TONS of Garrett time and few thoughts to work, come crashing down like the suds of a popped bubble.
Gone is he elation, he happiness and comfort of Garrett's arms. Gone is the time to sit and chill and cross stitch. Gone is the time to read a book for leisure. Gone is the weekend. Gone is he fun. Gone is the happiness.
Now I have to sleep in my own bed for two nights in a row by myself and then go home and sleep in my bed there by myself (but with Stanley Bear) four or five nights.
I haven't fully decided if I'm going to leave on Saturday or stay 'til Sunday. If I leave early, then I don't have to worry about so much travel time, can take more leisure and hopefully hang out with Garrett some Saturday night perhaps.
Is that so wrong to have my life revolve around the man I love and the job I now hate?
Gone is he elation, he happiness and comfort of Garrett's arms. Gone is the time to sit and chill and cross stitch. Gone is the time to read a book for leisure. Gone is the weekend. Gone is he fun. Gone is the happiness.
Now I have to sleep in my own bed for two nights in a row by myself and then go home and sleep in my bed there by myself (but with Stanley Bear) four or five nights.
I haven't fully decided if I'm going to leave on Saturday or stay 'til Sunday. If I leave early, then I don't have to worry about so much travel time, can take more leisure and hopefully hang out with Garrett some Saturday night perhaps.
Is that so wrong to have my life revolve around the man I love and the job I now hate?