I wrote an entry last week about Christmas with my mom and dad and somehow lost it before I could save it. I was a little heartbroken because I’d put some thought into it, writing about how much Susan really is more of a mother to me than anyone else in the family and how I am going to start referring to her as my mom exclusively. My other moms will now be Cheryl and Judy.
Literally as I was writing the entry, my phone rang and I saw it was Susan’s number. I picked it up and said, “Hi Mom.” She responded, “Hi sweetheart.” She proceeded to tell me that the purpose of her call was just to say what a wonderful Christmas she’d had with me and my family and that she loves me very much. It was so weird (but also nice) to get a call like that right as I was writing here about how much I love her as my mom.
But then I lost that entry. Grr.
So today instead I want to write about poop. I have two poop-related things to share, neither of which are particularly pleasant, so stop reading here if you don’t want any further poop discussion.
First poop story: the week before Christmas, Jayson and I managed to have a night out with a babysitter and we went to see a movie together. About halfway through the movie, I had a pretty strong urge to poop but didn’t want to miss any of the movie. After struggling with it for a while, I considered the option of just pooping in my pants. I was wearing a diaper, after all. I didn’t really want to do that, but as the urge got stronger I just let it happen. A minute or two later, Jayson leaned over to me and whispered, “Do you smell that?” He had no idea that it was coming from me, but I was so embarrassed that I immediately got up and went to the restroom to clean myself up. The cleanup was horrible and disgusting and I really regretted the whole decision. Especially since I missed a lot more of the movie having to clean up than I would have if I’d just excused myself to use the restroom like a normal person.
Second poop story: I’m standing on the back porch with Megan last week, and we’re talking and laughing about something, and then suddenly she runs inside quickly without saying anything. It seemed weird, but whatever. A few minutes later she returns and apologizes. I asked what that was all about, and she said she normally doesn’t admit this to people but considering my own incontinence issues, she would confess it to me. She said that sometimes when she laughs or coughs or sneezes or lifts something heavy, she poops in her pants. She said she can hold it just fine under normal circumstances, but sometimes it happens. I asked her when it started and what she thinks the problem is, and she hesitated before admitting she’s had a lot of anal sex. Not just normal anal sex, but hard and sometimes violent anal sex. She’s had double penetration anal sex. She’s had extremely large dildos in her butt. And she’s been anally fisted many times. I didn’t know what to say. She said her anus has taken “a lot of abuse” and this was just the price she had to pay.
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