Lying against him on the couch, warm on this bitterly frigid Valentine's night, I finally found a word for what I feel when he is holding me in his arms.
Disgust.I can give myself the same talk I've been giving myself for weeks now, but I feel sick to my stomach with contempt and betrayal. Betrayal on his end for not being anything I hoped he
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When I read this comment I had an immediate reaction to the previous statement.
How?
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You're right of course.
You're awesome. <3 ya.
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Right now, I'm working out a problem with our dear old chum ghosti ... And it can be extremely frustrating to be on the give-give-give side forever and never the receive side.
When trying to explain that to people, it's hard, because we are 'supposed' to give without any thought of receiving anything back ... And, that's a wonderful way to be. But the reality is that without the principle of ghosti, there can be no relationship between individuals.
<3 ya.
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I feel like I've really learned a lot, and I mean REALLY this time, not just that I should have... and that's gratifying. But a bit sad, because they were more hard lessons and those are getting obnoxious.
At least I got a <3 from you out of it, though... hehe. <3 back at ya.
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I'm glad you found my words empathetic and reassuring ... Perhaps now I can reassure myself :-)
See you in Salamanca? Or Canterbury? Or somewhere betwixt the two?
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