(Writing this post made me remember why I started in the first place. Simply putting my thoughts down on “paper” made me much better.)
I have been having an emotionally stressing time lately.
It reached its peak last week. And it’s still not over.
The main thing that has been stressing me is my job situation. Very soon I will be out of a job and I don’t know what will come after that. I had some interviews. A couple of them even sounded good. But nothing worked out so far.
I also got ill and was feeling pretty bad for a week. It seems I have been caring a virus before and have infected two people. I was feeling bad, seeing them feeling horrible.
And then also last week and the week before, I had a few run-ins with some men, Doms mainly.
Because I was in a not very good state, I took a lot of things which were said to me too seriously or was offended by it. (That also applies to things said to me by women.)
Two of the guys turned out to be nice actually and somehow we got over me being too fast to judge and had a fresh start.
Then another one was my ex, P (the English Daddy). I blame him for everything and he’s always the bad guy. That’s what he says that I say. It could be argued about that being true or not. But I actually do not care.
The thing that really pushed me over the edge somehow, was an email from my last Dom, Principal Allen. I liked to think that he was the “sane” one, amongst my “exes”. But I guess I was wrong.
After I tried to connect him and didn´t hear from him in about 4 weeks, I started to worry.
It’s not like we talked a lot. But when both of us were online on the chat we used to use, we always said hi.
Right after the break-up we didn´t talk. Mostly because first I was very busy and then he was away on a long vacation.
A couple of months ago we chatted and he told me about his new girlfriend. He even emailed me her picture. I was very happy for him. (I admit, I was a bit annoyed by him talking about her a LOT, but still glad he found someone.)
The last time we spoke, it turned out that a friend of his girlfriend was spying on him, or something like that. She found out things about him and he was wondering how. Obviously.
He thought maybe I have been talking to her. But I haven’t been talking about him with anyone or even on Twitter for a long time.
We even made plans to meet for a coffee some time.
Then my iPod update happened and it took me some time to remember all my passwords, including the one for the Y!chat. When I finally signed in and saw him online, I didn´t get a response. Not on my email, not on my text. Until I said I will come over.
Suddenly he told me that I have been “stirring shit for months” and that I was trying to ruin his relationship.
That hit me hard. I’m ok with people not liking me, even hating me, not wanting to do anything to do with me. But that is simply not true.
I’m still not sure whether it was really him or maybe his girlfriend writing. And if it was him, from where he got that idea. Maybe one day I will know.
The worst part is that he had still a few of my things. For example my nipple clamps and two of my skirts. He threw it all away. Because I never connected him again. (That’s actually what makes me think that at some point I stopped talking to him and started talking to his girlfriend.)
I’m not very sad about the clamps and one of the skirts. But the other one was one of my favourite. That plaid one I wear on some of my FL pics.
Now add to all of that a bit of a drop and there I was, in a very bad mood, in a pretty unnice place.
At some point I realised that I had to shut up for a while and luckily my RL helped me with that. I suddenly was very busy with a couple of projects.
Seeing people, organising things, running around, doing chores, laughing, talking and and and. That all helped me.
Although some of my problems are still there, I am in a better place after taking a break from thinking and over-thinking everything.
I hope next time I will have the strength to do that again.
Thank you for being for me, even when I’m not the best person to be around. 🙂
Love,
Lilly
