It’s not to hurt her. It’s to protect myself.
Meh, too cheerful.
Too mean. I won’t lipread for you, as I know what Riker is saying.
No, still too professional.
…Never thought I’d have to go to the Kelvin-verse for a reference.
But, here we are.
I don’t think getting three hours of sleep last night is related to acknowledging receipt of a message from Wifenado that she’ll be coming on Saturday the 13th. To pick up more of her things. It should be noted right here that she had an ex who once was destroying her things. That’s not me, and it baffles me how anyone could do such a thing. I love her - why would I destroy her things?
And I need to clarify my joking nature. You might perceive “receipt” as if she’s forcing herself on me.
Not at all.
In fact, she asked me, and then I danced around it. I prefaced. Like I do in most of my writing. To try to explain myself. And, because she knows me so well, she then said “You still haven’t answered my question” in so many words.
Gosh, I’m sure I’m an example of someone else’s asshole, in their book. But not THIS book.
Because in this book, I like to try to explain myself, rather than give a few simple words. Yes. or No. Because those words don’t say much without preface or backstory.
Maybe nothing will happen. But I have to prepare myself emotionally. As I have been emotionally compromised in the past by her. Again, it’s nothing she does. It’s simply....
Being around her.
Any of you who has half a heart will understand.
I must prepare my heart.
…And of course, feline Alice just jumped on my lap.
Last updated February 11, 2021