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Monday, March 16, 2009

I'm so full of ups and downs, I'm not sure I remember which is which.

Through it all, no matter what I say, I blame myself. I'm certain it's just me.

But... I won't admit it when you accuse me.

Thursday, March 12, 2009
It's Ok

me:  is it just me, or does more people = more drama, no matter what you do?
friend:  it's not just you
me:  tell me it gets better?
right now it's like every other day there is some new disaster
friend:  it can, but it takes a lot of work from all parties involved
it takes one person to eff things up tho
me:  yeah. well, at least in our case, it's one against three. lol
friend:  that is very good
me:  i just needed to hear from someone else that i'm not totally crazy for sticking it out
friend:  u r crazy .. but not for sticking it out, lol
me:  right. well. if you told me i wasn't crazy, i'd never be able to trust you. lol
friend:  haha

Sometimes I just need the reassurance of someone who's been there. Even though I seem confident, I doubt my own judgement. Often.

We all have issues. And now... We're all having to deal with more than just our own dramas. It's hectic, stressful, frustrating... But totally worth it. We also have more support. Instead of dealing with things alone, there are three other people to lean on.

(Sorry, Bratling. I'm not entirely sure how to count you. I can draw a picture of how it fits, but it's difficult to explain in this context. Don't think I'm forgetting you, though.)

Posted at 09:54 am by Anjelle

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

I wear my own masks.
I didn't cry until you were out of the room.
It hurt enough without having you see my tears.


Fuck you very much.

Addendum: If I didn't love you so much, it wouldn't get to me the way it does.

Posted at 03:48 pm by Anjelle


The first D/s relationship that I was involved in was not officially called such. The level of respect and control was there, but the names were not. I gave to him. He was a liar, a fake, and totally unreliable.

The second was with a man who couldn't respect himself, much less me. Another liar. He fawned over me while we were together, but when the shit hit the fan, he treated me as a worthless piece of trash. A year or two later, he wrote to me and assured me that is, indeed, what he thinks of me.

Then there was the one who wanted me to leave everything to be with him. And when I say everything, I mean my family, my friends, my home, my life... My son. When that one fell apart -- because I couldn't do it, but I wanted to be of service badly enough that I was trying to figure out how I could, and eventually drove myself beyond insane -- he told me I was dead to him. When I wrote him a while later trying to explain and apologize and wish him well, he chastised me for doing so. Reminded me that I was dead. Nothing.

The next one wasn't too bad, but totally wrong for me. Didn't understand me in the least.

Then... There was K. We've gone through much of what happened there. It was sex to him. It was life to me. It didn't mesh. And, in the cases where I tried to explain what was hurting me and how it might be fixed, he took it as an insult. I bled for him in very un-fun ways, and he changed not at all as a result. It may or may not have mattered to him that I was being damaged.

I've made poor decisions. I've chosen men that cannot or will not take care of me outside of their own ideas. Outside of their own desires.

Every time I have to defend the man I love, I am afraid. I'm afraid that I am, once again, making a poor decision. Afraid that I'm blind to something that should be right in front of my face. I'm scared to be that girl that everyone secretly pities because she can't make a right choice. The one that runs from one crappy situation to another.

Now I have two men that I find myself protective over. Defensive if the slightest thing might be misconstrued as 'wrong.'

Please don't hurt me. My self-confidence can't take being wrong again.

Posted at 10:00 am by Anjelle

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

How is it that even with the best of intentions, there is all this drama?

How do we make it stop?

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