ARE YOU READY TO PANIC AT THIS MOTHERFUCKING DISCO
This is the question I asked a person at my job today.
We were standing out by the sign (this is a thing) at lunch, and a friend asked how my various relationships were doing. This was a private conversation being held in a public space, so I wasn’t too surprised when a new person overheard and said “sorry, but I have a question”
Her question was “why? Why aren’t you happy with just your husband, why do you need outside relationships, why did you marry him if he wasn’t enough?”
I took a deep breath, then another.
I started to explain that my husband was enough, that I am capable of loving more than one person romantically, platonically, however I saw fit, when she interrupted with ” but it’s _wrong_”
To which I asked the question.
I told her that I will happily explain my lifestyle to anyone who asks, but I will not defend my actions against preconceived notions and the morality of others, and that when she could answer why, exactly,he actions of consenting adults, in private, nothing flaunted, nothing in front of her children, her family, her pastor, but private, then, and only then, will I answer her.
mikestand:Welp, it’s not even noon and I officially have the biggest lady boner.
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I’m just going to leave this here
Oh my good Lord, that gif……unnnnnnnnnnnffffffffffffffffff.
I’ll be in my bunk.
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Okay, I’m currently a giant ball of tense. If you are currently capable of reading this while simultaneously knowing who I am you are not contributing at all (*coughjakethisisntaboutyoucough*)
There is potential housing shit looming on the horizon depending on my sister and my parents, Wolfie is still on the job hunt, he put out more resumes today, but it’s been eleven months since he’s worked, and five months since the unemployment ran dry. Every day is making him more of an ass. I have a few weeks until cervical cancer did we get it all or not, is it serious or not commences, I’m still trying to find a balance with all the other health issues, and all I can think is “this is not where I wanted my life to be.” I didn’t want to be fighting to come up with enough money to pay everything by the cut off, irrevocable fuck up points (by everything I mean two things, but they are major as fuck, and two less major things as well, also any upcoming meds and therapies for me and mine) . I have been working seven day weeks between fest and work for the last month and a half and I am tired, and I hurt, and I cannot fix everything, cannot make everything better, and for want of $1500 right now I am about to cry.
I am at that point where I feel like any talk to people is whining, I ran out of people to ask for help, and just, fuck, I would take out a loan but wait, I have the shittiest credit scores known to man because I learned to responsibly adult too late.
I’m supposed to be able to finance my kids without feeling guilty about rent or water bill. I’m not supposed to worry that my sister wants to sell this summer and mom and step-dude won’t buy from her until I’m in financial shape to purchase the house myself, and Wolfie just keeps saying it’s no use worrying and fuck.
I am so blessed to have people who love me, and so sorry my stress is back washing on them (*coughjakecough*).
#chris insists this will never happen again #that they will not tell a soul #and peter says nothing #because he knows it will happen again (via screaming-towards-apotheosis)
With the face Peter’s making, I’m pretty sure he’s actively planning the next time it’s going to happen….
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