Down

This has been a small disaster.

A small one.

I'm in a funk, and not sure how I'll be getting out of it.

The collision between the world of my ex and the world of the masochist has put me in a bad place.  I've had to face that the relationship with the masochist does indeed have a finite length, and that the end might be unpleasant.  Meanwhile, my ex has decided that because I'm involved with the masochist and in a polyamorous relationship, she can suddenly cross every boundary I had managed to put between us.  She's talking about her sex life, inquiring about mine, and even suggesting that we might f**k at some point, to which I said, ever so politely no.  No. 

I can't seem to leave the house.

The only good news is that I'm not eating, so there's no post-vacation weight gain.  Woo hoo.

Woo.

Hoo.

Sigh.