I came home wanting a bath and some internet time and some shit food and Hector was asleep on my couch.
He just moved into his new place last week- he has a huge fucking room with his own bathroom in a different side of town with my old (and all time favorite) king size bed to sleep in.
I don't understand really. I've seen him so much recently its really been weird to me, and although I enjoy the company, and I like that we can still be friends after our failure of a marrige, I am a bacholorette and I want my space. EXPECIALLY on a Friday night when my son is gone- the only day of the week I can bring someone over and have sex, or watch a movie, or fuck- masterbate on the couch if I want to. I don't know how to go about telling him that I need some space. Hes helping me with the rent every month as child support, and I have a huge vacant master bedroom I half wish he would just move into and then at least I could shut the door on him and have the rest of the house. And granted- I can only write this blog because I am using his laptop, I still feel somewhat smothered. And what else is weird is that he has a girlfriend who is hotter and thinner and, well.. blonder then me that he could crash at's house.. Why isnt he over there? I've asked him this and he says she is concentrating on her studies. I even found out that she quit her job so she could concentrate on school. But she has to have some time for him, unless they are having issues I don't know about- which is totally possible. I don't know why I felt like writing this- but you know how sometimes when you are at your aunts house and there is this weird guy she used to know hanging out in her living room so you go into the other room with your cousin and discuss who this man is and what his intentions are and then go back into the living room and pretend you weren't just talking shit? This blog is kinda like that. Except spelled badly with no paragraphs.
He just moved into his new place last week- he has a huge fucking room with his own bathroom in a different side of town with my old (and all time favorite) king size bed to sleep in.
I don't understand really. I've seen him so much recently its really been weird to me, and although I enjoy the company, and I like that we can still be friends after our failure of a marrige, I am a bacholorette and I want my space. EXPECIALLY on a Friday night when my son is gone- the only day of the week I can bring someone over and have sex, or watch a movie, or fuck- masterbate on the couch if I want to. I don't know how to go about telling him that I need some space. Hes helping me with the rent every month as child support, and I have a huge vacant master bedroom I half wish he would just move into and then at least I could shut the door on him and have the rest of the house. And granted- I can only write this blog because I am using his laptop, I still feel somewhat smothered. And what else is weird is that he has a girlfriend who is hotter and thinner and, well.. blonder then me that he could crash at's house.. Why isnt he over there? I've asked him this and he says she is concentrating on her studies. I even found out that she quit her job so she could concentrate on school. But she has to have some time for him, unless they are having issues I don't know about- which is totally possible. I don't know why I felt like writing this- but you know how sometimes when you are at your aunts house and there is this weird guy she used to know hanging out in her living room so you go into the other room with your cousin and discuss who this man is and what his intentions are and then go back into the living room and pretend you weren't just talking shit? This blog is kinda like that. Except spelled badly with no paragraphs.
kamuela:
Hey gurl, looks like quite a predicament you got there. But other than that how have you been.
gayballs:
tell him to bite me