Fight. I’m ready to rumble for bonding.
So…no phone or text and no e-mail.
E-mail? How am I going to get my edits?…and I went through editing withdrawal.
Do you know what that’s like as a writer? I thought my head would explode.
I’m going over there…To the HOUSE.
He says, “I can’t believe you came over here.”
I was cut off! I had no communication choice to get my work done.
He was happy to see me! Came close to me, right into my personal space.
He cleared a chair off for me quickly, searched and found out it was his cut off to usurp my threatened cut off when the edits were done, but not before. He goofed up. No apology.
He sent it, I didn’t receive it.
I started this with my boundaries and he was getting his back.
Guess what I’m going to do next?
I’m going to seriously date someone else I like.
I…am…NOT…doing hook-ups and booty calls
For the last half of my life as an adult!
I have the energy for this.
Ready to rumble for bonding.
Mind you, the energy of my body will be as receptive as a duckling
But my mind will be a steel trap.