You guys.  I’m nervous to post the rest.

    Not sure why.  On this little slice of blog, I pretty much let it all hang out.  

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    I’m back.  I was back yesterday, in fact, but the internet was down at the house and I could not post.

      I’ve written down quite a bit about the trip and I’ll start posting it tomorrow when I have more privacy.  Some of it might be too explicit or personal for the blog.  Might need to edit.  I know that he reads it now, and I’m not sure how I feel about that.  He says that he won’t read if I ask him not to, but I trust that about as much as I trust that he didn’t read my telephone-book-sized file of correspondence with Professor T-Rex, which is to say: it’s possible that he’d keep his promise, but let’s get real. 

     I was nervous getting on the airplane.  I was apprehensive about several things, as we will see in the first installment.  I thought there were three, maybe four possible outcomes, ranging from excruciatingly awful to cautiously optimistic.  

      The trip was not what I expected.  

      …but it was, I think, what he expected.  He denies it, and it’s true that I am paranoid (can you blame me?), but I think he had plans.  He’s a calculating man, this one.  I’m surprised that I never noticed it before.  

      I’ll start posting tomorrow.  Now I need to unpack my luggage and secure a lift to work tomorrow–I’m still too sore to ride the bike. 

        I had more sex this week than I did all of 2014.  And, again, I did not anticipate that, and it was not what I expected. 

       I have no idea what I’m going to do.

4 thoughts on “Unpacking”

  1. Marry him. It sounds like you have found someone who cares for you and will take care of you. It’s tough to go it alone, trust me.

    1. Wowsers. Anon, that sounds very a) condescending and b) defeatist to me. Like this is the only opportunity MM will ever get to be with someone who cares for her. Like she needs someone to take care of her. And that it doesn’t actually matter if she loves him or not.

      Miss Margo, you don’t need to make an immediate decision on what to do. I’m sure you can take a little time to try to sort out your feelings first.

      Looking forward to reading whatever you choose to post.

      -random Canuck

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