what ever happened to our conversation re: the nature of our newfound relationship, Mr. “This is gonna change the WHOOOLE dynamic of our relationship”? not that I want to have hard-for-me conversations like boundaries and expections and define and label things and all that and what not but I guess this letter may, in fact, address a few of those things. Also, in fact, I thought you might sit me down on the couch and kinda demand, if you will, one or both of these topics, cuz, well, you’re the man and YOU did bring them up after all. Oh and, I may jump around a bit – lots of things flying thruogh my head this morning….
ok so, i DID want the dynamic to change, because it had already changed from a place of casual dates and rescuing ea. other in times of need, talking to ea. other re: sticky relationship stuff to saving ea. others gas tanks and freaking out newcomers together, to an occasional miss dial or a mentioned “miss you” at the start of a meeting. That wasn’t enough for me. And then when I saw Leslie getting all the conversation, smiles and laughs as you too stood a little off from the crowd looking in like we used to do, I immeadiately felt replaced, and that car ride home…. you tucked into her boosum, two jello molds on the same holdiday plate, lime and orange becoming one citrus delite every time a corner was turned, it was like all my hidden desires i’d never let show, least of all anyone in the program might see, right there out in the open for all of us, vocalized and commentated. i.just.died. So I had to do something about it… I wanted to see where my on again off again carnal thoughts really were.Like did I just have them because I felt such a close emotional bond to you, or was it merely the excitement of a new man’s intrest in me? Maybe it was the blonde hair, teeth and neckline that reminded me of the man I had the most epic love story of my life with. (ending with a preposition, I know) or maybe it was because I had some personal insite to your sexual lifestyle that made fantisize about what you can do with that thang or maybe it was my relationship and we did or didn’t have in the bedroom. But its not like I ever processed any of these things before, they were just building up inside the back of my brain until I got out of Craigs car and had to call Wanda crying, telling her I didn’t kn0w why I was so upset. “It hurts, gez… he hurt you… you gotta tell him that…” the conersation went on…
So the first time was exciting, exhillarating even, and it was gentile, intense, hot, a little scary, respectful, reconnecting, truth-telling, intimate, quiet, lust-filled, passionate, so many things in so few hours and I learned a lot about your body that night and I think you even a little about my past, but I think that’s where it should have stayed. I mean, The First Time I could justify it, say there was a purpose for me, a discovery I had to make, so to speak, leading an ol stag back to one of his regular watering holes to see if he was still interested, and you were, or so I initially thought. Later, I thought about your harem (for lack of a better word, sorry I don’t lnow poly terminology) and figured, well, this is easy for him. It’s a part of his nature, lifestyle, etc. I’m not really all that wonderful just remember how he metioned how easily he gets aroused and how many times he called you “baby” in the bedroom, (so generic btw) and the killer comment no true lover ( notice I use the base word love and not fwb or something like that) want to hear… ” I wanna FUCK you so bad…” just kinda rattled around in my brain and never really settled
Before I get to The Second Time, I wanna get back to changing the dynamic. I wanted to find some stuff out for me. I talked to JB re: if he ever thinks he’ll be sent away somewhere like his father was, he said, “In and out of phsyc wards, yea,” “like locked up there?” I replied. “no, just in and out my whole life.” “But what about your father, he was in his forties when they decided to keep him?” “Babe, I’m tryin to watch the game, now com’on!” and that was that. I’m always looking for a backup plan. Once i learned (in my first marraige, and after my grandparent had passed) I couldn’t rely on my husband to come home every night I always had my kids with me, so when I left I took them with me and when an officer took them back few months later, I was lost, so no matter where I went (or ended up) I aways had a back-up plan in the back of my mind or in my back pocket, so whatever happened, I wouldn’t be stranded again, or so I convivnced myself in the moment and so with you too, I wanted to keep you present in my life. Totally unfair contingency plan for you, I guess. Although I did feel oddly reassured after JB’s and my’s abrubt conversation Satuday afternoon. Still though, I wanted to draw you back into me. Back into those moments where, after a meeting I felt like I didn’t get enough 1 on 1 time with you, I could just start talking. ABout nothing. ABout everything. Never looking at you. You looking so intently at me. And I knew I could keep on talking, untill my ciggarettes ran out, anyway. And now I think about coffee and ladies walking into resturants and nice asses and racks and long necklines and long legs and checking them out with you, making comments I get shushed at by you cuz they were too close or I was too inapropriate… you asking hard questions and me starting to explain and you jus cutting in with “why, buy why do you think you can just…” and me starting to explain over and over agin, you just cutting me off over and over again till I just get mad and have to process my own beliefs later, (why does he challege me so, i wonder, how could I’ve challenged him, etc and spark my brain) and then I think about chicken wings and then I think about how I was kinda like an accountability partner for you, directing you home one night vs. a lady’s house and sobbing in a church pew not knowing if i should reach out for you or just let you have your moment with god, and the the movies with another couple (sigh) just everything rushing to my brain rt now. Mental and Spiritual connection, thats what we had, thats why I wanted to grab you and bring you back into my world…
Ok well the sun is about up and my brain will change so I want to talk about last night and where do we go from here. First of all, no more bedrrom rendezvoux, unless we keep our pants on and are truly laying down to hold each other for a nice comfy nap (that would be so comforting to me as my man doesn’t really actually sleep w me much lately) but it might be too tempting or teasing or difficult for you in anyway it doesn;t have to happen either. Last night about 20 min after we gave up on our movie JB called (7:30) and I had to make up a story about why I couldn’t answer the phone. I don’t ever wanna have to do that again. Also that word FUCK came up again and this time I was really into it being me that was doing you, but immediately afterwards i felt like I just used you for you body and I don’t want you to become a mindless tool like that to me ever again. Another thing 3 times since we’ve been intimate I’ve had a drug reference or image come to mind, not quite sure how we’re triggering it, but I’ve got to be careful. It could just be intense sex in general, (or Todd again) but who knows… so the new things I do like, discovering each others music, open the door to text flirting, getting to kiss you, noticing things like smile eyes, you speaking a little more deep/intimate/soft-ly with me, anticipating house visits, a shift in hugs, idk … nuances
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