PM: You’re not. You’ll never be a bother to me. Don’t worry about interrupting my weekend, or Lottie’s or Elijah’s weekend — you’re not. Don’t worry about me having expectations when I speak to you — I’m not going to. Everything about this walk and talk will be, absolutely, free from pressure. Okay?
PM: I’ll need to let Lottie and Elijah know that we’re going, but yes, that would be fine. We do need to talk at some point, beyond the screen anyway.
PM: I’m here.
Same shit and now I found out I have to room with him on this trip.
I know but at least I was still naive.
You’re not a slave. You’re not obligated to lay in a bed with someone. If you don’t want to share a tent with him, then don’t. Tell the coordinator that the arrangement makes you uncomfortable. Don’t make yourself do something you don’t want to do. You’re stronger than that, Sandy.
Sometimes I wish
hell all the time latelythat I could just go back to when I didn’t know all about submissives and dominants and just was worried about how awful my new nanny was going to be…
You hated your nannies.
I’ve been promised a present so I’m in a wonderful mood. I don’t know if I ever extended my congratulations on your claim with little red riding hood. IF not, congrats.
Thank you. To be honest, I can’t recall if you did as it’s been a whirlwind of a month, but thanks nonetheless. Saying we’re happy with the claim is putting it mildly. Is there an occasion for the present? I don’t want to pry, but I’ve been terrible with keeping up with birthdays and the like this year.
Mr Owen, always a pleasure. How are you today?
Breathing and therefore, alive and thankful. You?
Good morning, Lady C.
If you are feeling anxious or insecure, then my ego can take a step back and I promise not to focus on me with it. Connor, talk to me. You don’t have to hide how you feel because you’re worried about how I’ll react.
Trust me to take care of you right now, okay? Tell me what’s wrong.
I feel like I’ve lost my touch — or even my grip — with you. I wonder if this went too fast or if we’re forcing a relationship that needs more foundation? We took a blow — well, you took the brunt of a blow, and I still haven’t learned what to do in a time like this. I don’t know what you need. I think I do, but then we end up fighting, and that’s not something I can keep doing. I can’t keep hurting you. Elijah, and I can’t keep shielding the hurt from myself. The last time I felt this disconnected scramble to find common ground was just before I lost someone who disappeared with barely a trace and I can’t bear that, again. God knows how terrible I was to Lottie when that happened, but I never said anything like this to him then, and he never knew that I was in such a state, so I’m telling you everything. I know it’s a lot and I’m sorry, but this is why I want to grip you so tight and this is why I’m feeling possessive, because I don’t want to keep bracing for another fall, though I already feel like I’m going down.