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I'm in a bad mood. I finally told WHN the secret I was keeping from him and now I'm depressed. I guess he reacted well, but still, I guess I'm feeling hormonal and "vulnerable" and if he hadn't said and done the exact right thing I was going to get upset regardless. And he didn't say and do the exact right thing (whatever that was, I guess) so there you go. We ate lunch then fell asleep on the couch. Then later we ended up having really good, but really angry sex. I totally hit him--stupid bitch. I was kind of hoping for "nice" sex at this juncture but whatever. I feel like I've lost power or something on one hand but on the other hand, after a few days I'm sure things will be back to ordinary, but maybe better because at least now we're more open about stuff, like what we've done and what we haven't done and what we'd like to do in the future.
I told him I was going to go eat Chinese food (COMFORT FOOD) and I didn't ask him to join me and he didn't ask to join me, he said he was going to Barnes and Nobel for a while. No doubt to write or something and perhaps figure out why I started acting all weird (it takes him a day or two usually to realize his crushing little insensitivities, I guess this is an improvement because it used to take him months).
Still haven't gotten my stupid period, I suspect my insides are rotting, rotting, rotting. I feel weird cramps now and again but then they go away and still I do not bleed. I'm rather scared in general of getting cancer; all this business does not help my morale.
Well, I'm about to eat some forbidden FROZEN YOGURT (I've been eating really healthy except on Saturdays and by extension, Sundays) and wallow in self-pity. Have a happy Hanakah.
I told him I was going to go eat Chinese food (COMFORT FOOD) and I didn't ask him to join me and he didn't ask to join me, he said he was going to Barnes and Nobel for a while. No doubt to write or something and perhaps figure out why I started acting all weird (it takes him a day or two usually to realize his crushing little insensitivities, I guess this is an improvement because it used to take him months).
Still haven't gotten my stupid period, I suspect my insides are rotting, rotting, rotting. I feel weird cramps now and again but then they go away and still I do not bleed. I'm rather scared in general of getting cancer; all this business does not help my morale.
Well, I'm about to eat some forbidden FROZEN YOGURT (I've been eating really healthy except on Saturdays and by extension, Sundays) and wallow in self-pity. Have a happy Hanakah.