
I rarely make eye contact.
But last night i enjoyed staring at your eyes. Never thought I’d be so comfortable doing so. 6.9.17
Nor-cal, 33y.o, mom, wife, spoonie…. My life is one of those "had to be there" jokes. Think of it as a peek in to my mind. some NSFW/18+ only please, all most everything is a repost from other social media platform that i can relate with or love. Common topics include: Moon, Space, Coffee, Love, Depression, feelings, poly, ASD & Fibromyalgia

I rarely make eye contact.
But last night i enjoyed staring at your eyes. Never thought I’d be so comfortable doing so. 6.9.17
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I finally accepted, half heartedly, that it will never be the same. I never wanted staged, or faked enthusiasm. And i dont like how I feel right now. You and me, we lost that spark, a utopia I felt. A safe place, a warm hug, a soft caress my escape.
Deep down I know it’s the truth, but my stubborn heart is too scared to let you go. Few stick around like you did when i was sick, much leas visit me. But this time I know things have changed for real because my words are feeling a different set of emotions, yes the heart breaking pain, but more so somewhere between lost looking at peices of the past when my happy heart propelled me through the most mundain of days and hoping for a future.
My chest is heavy, From the crushing feeling of how when i lose a lover, i lose a friend too. I enjoy you greatly even as just a friend. But thats a transition few can make back to after romantic or sexual connections where made. And i think that pain comes later.
I dont want to tax you. The energy i need is draining for you. Nor do i ever want a “i love you” to be fake. We both know. It just fucking sucks, kinda like holding on to something painful just to be holding on to something.
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polyamory is not:
– the same as polygamy
– made up
– limited to three people dating
– an excuse to cheat
– at all like cheating
Tomorrow breakfast & hike with tower after an emotional mental dump saturday night who knows what monday morning’s date holds. I fear it might be us agreeing on a end.
Wednesday night with bumble bee cowboy lol -hubbys nickname for wilton guy… taking this slow. saw him and met his wife last weekend at the fair with hubby. im really looking forward to wednesday night.
I miss how you’d tell me you miss me, that you wish I was there to cuddle with you.
I miss how when I’d share something taxing or whats stressing me, you’d ask me “how i am” or “how do you feel abput it” it always made me feel important. Helped give me perspective and often times helped me work through it
I miss the bubbles & the NRE, they left a while ago.
I miss our late night conversations about anything, you just wanted to talk to me.
I miss feeling like you were well balanced and made time for me I felt important and special now i feel like another task to be squeezed in.
You said you dont want to waste time trying to fix or make something work that dosnt wanna fit, since our spark was extinguished, i feel thats where we are.
Our kinks dont match and you recently expressed how draining u find a dom role.
I dont wanna be here but
I dont wanna quit.
But i dont like how i feel right now
But i dont know what, if anything can be done.