Well…it wasn’t all 100% fun. We bickered a tiny bit. But mostly it was absolute bliss.
How it started?
It was me. I take complete blame for it.
In my defense (meager as it may sound) I seriously thought he had blocked me. Especially because I had texted him a few times since Christmas and he never responded. I hadn’t told him anything important. I hadn’t even mention my mom.
So Sunday night I texted him while I was in the bath. It was just a random amount of emotional garbage. But again…I had no idea he would actually read it. My ringer wasn’t even on. So when I saw his response I was actually taken aback.
Then he offered to come over and pick me up and you can guess the rest. Needless to say I’m sore in all kinds of delightful places. And my stress level went down several notches.
We agreed to a truce. We won’t discuss politics or things we know we disagree about, but we will resume having sex and ultimately I am in complete charge. At least in the sense that I dictate when we see each other and he can’t make any plans at all about our sexual relationship outside of whatever he wants to do between just the two of us.
So for now… I am thrilled.
Stay tuned I guess.
Here’s a picture he took because he loves taking pictures of me. You don’t get to see the rest. 😝