Just got back from a two week trip to Canada, where I had some business. The business was concluded to my satisfaction, but it was a devastatingly sad trip, having a front-row seat to one of my brothers carry out stages 3 and 4 of completely torpedoing his own moral and physical existence, and a front-row seat to the impact that is having on the people closest to him.
I was pretty fucking happy to get home yesterday. Speaking of:
Me: So hey . . . even though the Monkey King is still breastfeeding all the time, I think I'm ovulating again because I actually really want to have sex with you beyond affectionate maintenance.
F-word: That's great news! That means . . . .
Me: We can be frustrated together.
I was pretty fucking happy to get home yesterday. Speaking of:
Me: So hey . . . even though the Monkey King is still breastfeeding all the time, I think I'm ovulating again because I actually really want to have sex with you beyond affectionate maintenance.
F-word: That's great news! That means . . . .
Me: We can be frustrated together.
