Hi, y’all. I am here, sort of. I have been out of pocket with family fun and I feel outstanding.
BFD and I are still doing whatever bullshit we do. I left last Wednesday with his money in my wallet and his smell on my skin. Even after we showered together after unusually freaky morning sex, I still smelled him.
I love him, but we’re probably done. I may continue to sleep with him while I date other people because I hate breaking in new sexual partners and I like to keep my numbers artificially low by using a designated hitter.
Besides, we’re amazing in bed together. Out of bed, we have great potential, but I am uninterested in waiting for him to realize with his therapist all the shit he’s doing wrong.
Or we may reconcile completely, but that’s unlikely at this point because I am sort of over his bullshit. I got another “[fill in the blank month] will be bad” comment from him yesterday and realized, fuck him.
I am inundated with work, I have a mildly sprained wrist, which will make my workout interesting, and I will do a long check in shortly.