Okay, so it turns out I couldn't live on my own for financial reasons. So Mr. Y and I discussed it ans I'm moving back in for financial reasons. However, there is a catch...always is a little favor usually costs a pound of flesh and this time is no different. One of the escorts he bought and banged and who won't sleep with him anymore is moving in to. Yup, I said it, I am going to move in second after an escort. Awkward much? Can't get over the overwhelming desire to punch her and HIM in the face. Hard. Like break bones and possibly shove the bone into their brains hard. You know, that red freaking' hot rage type of hard? I think they would call this pre-meditated, but I swear...it wouldn't be. It would be so perfect in the moment. I'm having problems imagining the depths I have to bury my emotions to deal with this situation. I need to type more later. In case you can't tell, I have been trying to bury my thoughts in VODKA. I think I hate him for this.......forever. I'll edit more later. But I had to try and get some out...you understand ...you are still "attracted" to me.
Ciao.
Friday, June 13, 2008
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