Stale champagne

30 05 2016

On the occasion that you find yourself in a mostly packed and emptied house with nearly all of your possessions sitting in a parked u-haul van while your (ex?)(current?)(significant other)boyfriend? (former[or current] Partner) is away working over time trying to finish up a project because his boss’s brother in-law just OD’d on heroin and died. And his boss’s debut solo show is happening in four days with at least a week’s worth of work to do and so said former or current boyfriend is going to work through the night to dutifully figure out how to mount/frame the photos of the aforementioned boss in the complicated way that even the incompetent yet some how talented boss doesn’t know how to do. ON this occasion, where not knowing the actual state of the three and a half year relationship, that you did not realize had meant as much to you as you thought. Or perhaps that good ol’ patriarchal Christian monogamy still some how haunts you more than you realize. It is on this occasion that drinking the stale champagne that was meant for celebration mimosas, which ended up being merely sad lonely mimosa that you didn’t even finish because you have shown a recent self harming impulse when drinking too much.

This occasion in which you find yourself, baby-sitting the beloved elderly dog of said former or current boyfriend in the mostly empty house surrounded by said former or current boyfriend’s things, because you both deeply love the elderly dog, and some how are still not quite ready to face what your life has become. Sure you finished graduated school, and yes that is awesome. But when you have a meager amount of sanity left, and the relationship that now you realize you are willing to work on is probably ending, but definitely feels like limbo. And you’re having to strongly consider going into some kind of intensive therapy program, oh and you’re broke, while so many around you seem to have their dreams being come true….

It is this occasion in which drinking that stale celebration champagne is acceptable. Check your bank account and order some fucking indian food for yourself and try to not be so fucking sad. Salty stale champagne is just too pathetic, even for you.





Breaking up with friends is hard

2 10 2014

It’s not often that I am willing to turn my back on some one. I was raised to believe in the goodness of people, that no matter what dark hole people may be in currently they will come out on the other side eventually. I think that I was wrong. Sometimes people get so wrapped up in themselves and fall in love with their darkness or sickness and it becomes who they are, and too often they love it or at least they love hating it.  I haven’t had a friendship break up in this way since high school. When that one friend who decided to start lying about all of us and be super weird and we decided to not hang around her until she stopped being an asshole. And then I have my childhood friend who I was sorta in love with became so catholic she lived inside the pope’s ass. And well I suppose that sorta faded out, there were a few shifts but it took me years be like,”You know what? I just don’t care anymore.”

This however is different. I don’t know that many people here in Boston, and I have a tendency to put my eggs in few baskets or one pretty quickly, and then I usually I’ll spread them back out a little maybe? I don’t doubt that being my friend can be exhausting at times, I freak out and think that my friends will be there for me, every few months, but I also hope that my friends know that the same goes for them, I’m here is all I’m saying-I’ll listen.

And I’ve got my share of problems, ptsd making me act crazy, I have a slew of irrational fears mainly about leaving the house, and being attacked again, and yes I fantasize about death waaaay more than I ever let on. However, I deal with my shit. Sometimes not super well, and I need people to be like, look dude you are not dealing with shit well-fix that. And typically I do. I know things that help me, but it’s really hard for me to form the correct rituals and habits, because I have also this really bizarre thing against them, even though I totally function way better when I am living a more routine life. I fear that routine will bore me (which it does), and that it will prevent me from being able to be spontaneous, (which is silly, because I have to like psyche myself up so much to leave the house and socialize that I need anywhere from a week to months depending on the nature of the event)  However there are certain people that I will pretty much do anything with whenever, because I always have fun even if it turns into a disaster, it’s usually a great story.

I’m rambling.

My point is, this (ex)friend of mine has ptsd also, and she doesn’t do anything about her it, nothing, but complain. She complains about inequality continuously, but never does anything about it. And yes I am very aware that probably a lot of that has a great deal to do with the fact that she doesn’t feel like she has the power to do anything but  complain, but I can’t handle being around that. Especially when I simply state something that had helped me in the past and I get yelled at for telling her what to do. She’s kinda an asshole, at the very least she’s acting like a huge one and doesn’t seem like to be stopping anytime soon, so now I’m done. I was going to text her the other day when I felt super lonely instead I wrote to captainawkward saying:

I think that my best friend doesn’t want to be my friend any more. I moved here three years ago, and don’t know many people. I’m introverted, have ptsd, and so does she. I still have a great deal of my own issues, but I seek help for them. She doesn’t. And it’s exhausting to deal with. But she’s also really funny, insightful, and kind.

She has really high defenses, and they can go back up at any time. It seems like perhaps part of our falling out has to do with my boyfriend, and her new job.  I think she thinks that I’m changing for him. I did become vegan when we moved in together, because he’s vegan and has been such for ten years. I was already mostly vegan because of how often we cooked together, so to me it just seemed like a natural transition. Especially since I increasingly felt ill after eating things like dairy and eggs. And we’re all very feminist, some of our views don’t line up exactly.
And it seems that when some one disagrees with her, her ptsd kicks in and tells her that this person isn’t safe and can’t be trusted. We were all living together, so it exasperated everything.(and she never cleaned up after herself and was a very inconsiderate roommate, and didn’t even try to feign curtsy towards my boyfriend)
A few months back she decided to start camming, and said that I would be good at it, she was debating on it, and I was high or drunk and feeling impulsive and just signed up, but never followed through. And yes in part it was because my boyfriend was less than thrilled. But really it comes more down to me, I don’t think that I would feel comfortable doing it. She did it though, she is a cam girl now, and I’m happy for her, and that she even said that it was the best community she has ever been a part of. And she kept saying how good I would be at it, even though I told her I didn’t want to do it. She kept pressing it on me. I know that part of it was also that she wanted to do videos with me. Which made me really uncomfortable. I am bi and so is she, but I’ve never really been with a woman, and I’m still figuring things out and I’m in a committed relationship, and she’s my friend. I wouldn’t feel comfortable doing that, not when she’s married, and we’re friends. She’s mentioned to me before that she and her husband would be interested in a threesome with me. Honestly, when she told me that it made me feel almost as if she was only interested in me because of the way I looked, just like so many guys.
Now we’re moved out and my boyfriend and I and her husband and her, each couple we have our own respected places. I tried reconciling after we had a blow out, and wrote a letter to her apologizing for how things went down, but also standing up for myself, but she wouldn’t even look at me when I was saying goodbye.
At this point, I don’t even want to reconcile I don’t think. I miss her really bad. But I don’t know what to do, I want to talk to her and figure out what happened, what it is that I did to become an enemy.
The more I think about it, the more I realize that she probably wasn’t a good friend. But then I think that a lot of that has to do with her PTSD, but then I also don’t think that’s an excuse for bad behavior.
Do you have any advice on getting over friendships that have ended? Is it just like any other relationship?
I know this was long, I’m sorry, I just don’t really have anyone to talk to about this.
Best,

 

-L

 

She responded in such a clear frank way that other people had been saying to me a number of times that finally it clicked:

Awkward Mailbox

Sep 30 (2 days ago)

to me
 “You have to do porn with me because: PTSD” = NOT A THING
“You have to do (anything you don’t want to do) with me because: PTSD” = Not actually a thing.
Selfish assholes get PTSD, too.
Grieve for this the way you would after any breakup or loss, but this person is not good news and not a good part of your life anymore, and you’ve made absolutely the right choice in leaving her behind.
Best to you,
J
So yesterday I let myself mourn the loss and realize that our relationship revolved around smoking weed, eating pizza or sushi, and me giving in to being a bad vegetarian/vegan, then feeling sick (literally stomach hurt/problems),  her dying my hair whatever color she really wanted, and then cutting it, sometimes her doing my make up and making me remember what my junior high self looked like, watching drag race or some really bad movie/show. When things were good, when our relationship wasn’t so superficial we made art together and were weird together, and made each other laugh with inappropriate words, but that quickly faded away once we because roommates.  I don’t think that I have to agree with some one 100 % in order to be their friend. I don’t think that I have to believe all the same things, I don’t need people to bend to my will all the time, or agree with me, or be my clone. I want people to be themselves, I’m interested in other’s because I like them for who they are not because I want to change them or they’re exactly like me. If I wanted to hang out with an echo I would just find a cave and talk.  So yea I guess it’s over, and I’m okay. It took a couple of months, but now I’m done moping, because it’s been a year of rapid decent into darkness. And I’ve had a lot of darkness in my life, I don’t want or need my friends to pull me down. Friends are supposed to be there for you yea, and sometimes that means going into the darkness, but not to stay there, friends are there to help pull you out of that shit, they’re not the ones that are suppose to be dragging you back into it.




Mistake

7 05 2014

You drove home
One more drink?
We talk theology
Passion rises as we kill our god
Minds expand as the night wanes
Falling into one another
I go to kiss you on your cheek
Your head turns
Ecstasy began
It was a dream so good
Better than it’d been in a long time

The sharp morning light
Cuts into my head
But your shadow
Still laid inside me
I open my eyes to kiss my husband

But you were there instead.

 





After

7 04 2014

Heavy with pleasure
I fall transfixed
Melting into the billowing pillows.

Your scent lingers over me.

 

 

 

I wrote this after having sex with my boyfriend.





8 02 2013

Counselor: “I noticed, L, that you don’t really bring M up very much in here, I’d love to hear about how that’s going sometime, if you wanted to talk about that.”

:silence:

Me: “I guess I feel like as soon as I talk about something in here there’s something wrong with it.”





Calling a Goat a Goat

29 01 2013

So I’ve started seeing some one and by started I mean back in November.  Some one who is completely amazing, so good and caring, fun, and sexy… and I’m terrified by how much I’m *feeling* towards him already. Mostly due to the fact that I am, actually feeling things. Its still kinda new to me.

But this time I’m not running away from him. I’m not hiding. But he also isn’t prying or demanding more than I can give. He doesn’t act like he has a right to my devoutness or body.

I didn’t know people like him existed.

He said he didn’t own me.

He said I didn’t owe him an explanation when I started to explain why I wanted to go slow.

When I said, “It would mean a lot to me if we didn’t have sex tonight.” he said, “of course” and hugged me.

He wanted to take me to his parents because he wanted to make his mom uncomfortable by his opinionated, passionate, girlfriend. Not because I was something nice to look at. I can’t say how many times I have felt like some one else wanted me to meet some one else because I was a trophy. I think perhaps part of my reserve in admitting publicly that I was in a relationship with AB was because I felt that part of the need he had, was to show off his trophy. Because he never said things like, ” Well I’m not really interested in  you for your grace, but more your brute strength and unrelenting power.”

I mean, wow. I can’t believe I have this person. Some one who I’m romantically involved with, who champion’s me. He believes so strongly in me. But not in a pedestal kind of way. He doesn’t say that I’m perfect (which is awesome), he thinks I’m talented, smart, funny, passionate, bad ass, sexy, and apparently have unrelenting power.

Do you ever get uncomfortable when some one says something that they see in you, but you don’t see in yourself? That happens a lot with M. But its always something that I have this internal debate of whether or not I’m strong or ____. For Example on the strong thing: There is still a part of me that feels like (and thinks) if I was as strong as some people believe, like M, then I couldn’t possibly have been raped for three days by my scumbag ex husband, and then on top of that be raped a year later by a stranger. I wouldn’t or couldn’t have ended up in an emotionally abusive relationship, and now I’m starting to feel the whole sexual relationship I had with my ex was kinda on the iffy line of consent, or a great deal of it at least.
And every time M, makes a comment about how strong I am (its usually tied to a joke about how I could take some one or kick a few people’s asses) I think to myself, ” I wonder if he would still think that if he knew about my past.”

And last night he said something, and I got a little choked up and said, “You really are so good.” he asked what I meant, ” I mean so few people have been kind to me the way that you are. My life is so different now than just a few years ago. And I’m sorry for crying just, my body has this memory for traumatic events, I’m working on it, and the anniversaries are really awful for me. I was hospitalized two years ago.” I didn’t say anything beyond that, I thought about it. But really didn’t want to right then. I just wanted to eat the food we had made. So I made a comment about how he hadn’t even taken a bite yet. And he said, “I was listening to you, I didn’t want to eat while I was listening to you.”  That made me want to cry more so I turned to my sandwich and beer and took a bite. Besides I was close to being done with mine, because I was a little high and very hungry. And started eating before him, because I’m rude.

He then went on to say, “You know L, and you may and probably do actually already know this or feel this way, but I won’t judge you at all for anything that you did or happened or some way you used to think in the past, you can talk to me about it, if you want or need to.”

I do want to. I want to tell him so very much. I was ready to last night, and then he said those things, and I just wanted to hold on to those for a while, and not be high and already upset about the whole thing. And before those memories had come up, I wanted to have sex. And he seemed to, too. But when he came to bed he just held me.

This man, has opened my eyes and given me hope. Hope that really there are more than ten good people in the world.

A few weeks ago I asked him if he would feel better if he had something to call me, aside from my name, “You mean like my girlfriend?” And of course that word made me very uncomfortable and was like, well no, that’s not what I meant, I’m not a girl, and you’re not a boy, I just… there…”L, you might as well as call a relationship what it is, you can dance around the words or try and come up with new ones, but you’re just making words like boyfriend, girlfriend, taboo, and thus more powerful than they actually are. ”

“Okay…I see you point. I suppose, yes, girlfriend is good then. So does that make you my boyfriend?”

“Yep.”

“Alright then, we’re boyfriend and girlfriend.”

And then we made out a bunch.





Say what you mean and mean what you say. Please.

3 10 2012

Dear any one who has ever said, “I love you” to some one who wasn’t a family member.

Mean it.

Dear any one who has ever said, “I love you.” to some one who you were having sex with on a regular basis, called your companion and stared at with stupid stars in your eyes.

Mean it in the way you know it has been interpreted.

Dear any one who has ever had the words, “I love you” or “I’m so in love with you.” said to them by a person who has horrible trust issues and who has told you repeatedly how hard it is for them to even accept that they have these feelings because in the past they have betrayed them so terribly.

Please don’t then tell that person after months of returning the “I love you” and even spontaneously saying it yourself; that “I do have love for you, but I’m not in love with you.” and that you aren’t sure if you ever were because you suppressed those emotions.

If you suppressed those emotions, why did you say words that you did not mean?

Also please don’t repeatedly say that you are interested in some one for more than their body and then get incredibly frustrated when that person admits to being afraid that their sex drive has plummeted and doesn’t know why.  Please don’t take it personally, when that person doesn’t want to be touched because for whatever godforsaken unwanted reason the anniversary of horrible events haunt them physically.

Also please don’t say that you want more from a person than sex, and then when things get too busy for sex, stop talking to them for a week and then break up with them.

Also if you really feel that way, don’t let that person come over the day before you break up with them arriving in a corset, and proceed to give you a blow job, no matter how much you want it. It’s unfair to them. And a little objectifying.