The first Wednesday of June.
after the first Tuesday night. HE was so hard on me. Just a few degrees off.. Like he isn't long on attitude. Like he was angry that i made an effort to entice him.
"I want you to have a worthy toy when i need to come play" i said. "Get that?"
He said he wouldn't remember that for the next time.
i had sent him a quick Yahoo from my phone pix of my legs. and asked him if he was ready for the wild west lizAnnie. It all should have been OK> Why it turned into something else i do not know.
well, now i know that is is old wounds not healed properly. i and he are here. He has to want to be healed though. pussy paws.
i asked him not to make a smokescreen for me and him. WE already lived through MY situation. That last stand. The one thing we were going to never have to go through again. another marriage gone into dust. faith, hope and love in the dust that follows. HIs regrets and mine.
i and he; afraid to believe in what is good; karma being good and not bad. "It's karma."
"So what did you do right to get me?"
"haha. you are pretty quick with that." \Disbelief colors everything. skews it.
he asked me point blank if i had been with anyone and he was making the bed the whole time. as he would not meet my eyes and he said he hadn't either. i guess it was bugging him. it totally shocked me. And it was not totally personal either.
. to be in the in between place in ones life does not preclude loving. agreed.
worldly trust is not trust at all. it is dependent on people and not your faith.
the anguish when he said, 'have been on cloud nine and i never again becasue i have been screwed over too many times'.
so i said, ' painful watching me?".
"oh god yes", he replied. so he knows what i am emoting is real.
Please don't let the hyenas win. HIs wounds need his healing. Acceptance.
I told him what it was like to kiss him. how it made me feel....lying there on his bed, trying desperately to reach him
before he gets locked into hearing the finality in his voice. "I don't know where i will be in a year" "I am really a simple guy" "You know what is right and wrong, you know you have a kid at home" i had to sit down on the couch for a minute. had a panic attack. started to fall apart.
but the one that hurt was that i was so much more outgoing. like it is a bad thing. how hard it is for me to be outgoing. somewhere between wary of the wwounds and tongue tied. i just want him to do bad things with me and not stop. i want hugs when no hug is warranted. i want to be interrupted just because we are in the same space. i want surprises under my pillow at night and i want to slip into the shower with him when he leasts expects it.
when he tucked me into the Jeep he knew that "talk to you soon" was in place of "I love you". the tears still in my eyes.
so i talked to the healer and was asked point blank, "What makes you think he loves you."
"I feel him" seemed like a really lame answer.