deft
AVpocalypse Survivor
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- Feb 18, 2002
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I love youIt's a lazy Sunday. Hubby and the kiddo are out doing Father/son things, the girls are napping, as is the dog, and I have a happy cat purring on my lap. This should be enough, right? I shouldn't be chasing after an unobtainable Brazilian goddess (with whom I have no chance); an old college frenemy; a mercurial, chaos loving stripper (yeah, I'm keeping my distance, sexually speaking, from Misty, but it's always a presence even when we're not fucking); and a relationship seeking, hot photographer whose made it clear she doesn't want casual but who keeps calling to tell me she doesn't want casual. Why the fuck is my life with my hubby and kids not enough for me? Why invite in all... This. Not to mention fantasizing about hooking up with random men, women, and/or couples on a cruise. Fuck. Something is wrong with me.
I know some people are poly, are just made that way. And I know I'm one of them. I know it doesn't diminish my love for my Hubby, who is always the most important love.
Hell, last night he even told me he knows that this isn't something I've chosen, that it is who I am, and that he always knew that being back in my life (after I cheated and broke his heart once, before we were married — and he didn't say that, but I know what I did) meant loving me as I was not an idealized version of me, because he couldn't not love me. Fuck. Why can't I do what is best for him, sacrifice for him the way he has done me? Why do I need more? i don't want to be this way anymore.
Fuck. I didn't come on here to write all that. But... I needed to say it, I guess, which is why I wrote it. Fuck.
Sorry. Don't mean to be a downer. Just my fucked up head needing an outlet.![]()
