TMI Tuesday: November 1, 2016

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TMI Tuesday

11/1/2016

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Unofficially again… Sorry, I have tons to do today!

1. What makes you cry?

Silly things.

The world is ending (or you are on death row), what would be your last meal?

Anything that takes a long time to cook. Cow on a spit? LOL!

2. You must join a gang/crew, of the choices below, which gang would you join and why?

Rue Bella and the Annie Depressants – a crew of drag queens

Aryan Brotherhood of white supremacist

Secret Society of The Order of Chaeronea – fostering an understanding and acceptance of gay community and lifestyle.

Free Hugs club – monthly membership requirement of hugging 10 strangers a month

Free Hugs Club. Hugs change the metabolism.

Quidditch Club – Mandatory game every Sunday. (Not a Harry Potter fan, read this for more info).

3. Who makes the best leader of a country–your mom or dad? Why?

N/A

4. If you could abolish one piece of modern technology, what would it be and why?

The computer. It has fostered a nation of anti-social, lonely people.

 

Bonus: Will you (or have you) celebrate Halloween this year? What did you do?

I stayed in, nursed a sinus infection and talked to friends/relatives.

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My First Unofficial TMI Tuesday (Late).

How’s it going–you know, your relationship?

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How did you realize an important relationship (romantic, friendship, business) was over? What was the pivotal moment or statement?

 

After being involved for 2+ years,  he asked if I wanted to live with him. When I said no, he asked if I knew we could get married by Notary Public, like he meant to hide it. 

 

Relationship strategy–do you have one? Share.

 

I have several: 

Love completely, not blindly. Don’t question your instincts. Don’t let anyone else make you doubt yourself. You know what you know. Communicate. There must be love and trust enough to put fears to rest in order for love to grow instead of stagnate. Be that invested. If he gets angry instead of communicating about anything run, do not walk, to the nearest exit. Most women believe half of what their S.O. says. My strategy is to know which half.

 

Name two things you appreciate about your current relationship. Why are these things significant? (If not currently in a relationship, feel free to refer to your best relationship)

 

Previous relationship:

He had basic insight about how to satisfy a woman… Make that women.

He knew that selfish sex would not garner the result he wanted in return.

 

In your relationship, do you compromise?

 

a little

never – I usually get my way

too much, it helps keep the peace (Now, I have a rule of thumb: Be empathetic, work for it, but not to the point of being a doormat.)

 

If you went to couple’s therapy, which of these are you most likely to have a need to discuss:

 

My significant other feels more like a roommate

Sex is uncomfortable

My partner doesn’t know what I like in bed

“Forget sex! We barely touch.”

We were compatible in all those ways but it’s not a relationship if you’re in it alone.

 

Bonus: Below is a list of extreme sports. You must pick one sport to try. Why would you do that sport?

skydiving

volcano diving (Possibly, if another relationship ends badly and there is the possibility of death. Perhaps this would snap me into a new perspective. Rebirth from hell’s mouth?)

zip-lining through a jungle

bungee jumping

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By Wildfire8470

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At His Insistence

At His Insistence

At His Insistence

Lydia wasn’t sure why she was upset. She and John had dated for three years, but were only married three short months. They had their first really ugly fight tonight and she stared for a moment wondering how he could sleep so soundly after that.

He had always brought up the topic of being the “Hero” in a Hero sandwich and she had always laughed it off with a toss of her long, blonde hair, “Go ahead,” she giggled at his silliness, “You keep dreaming!”

Now standing in the moonlight, not curled up with her love like every night before, Lydia didn’t want to think that the romance had left their marriage so quickly, or of how he could let it go and insist on violating their vows instead of fight for her.

Peering at him murderously, she watched him toss once and settle. She lifted the sheet before her wanting to wrap it around his neck. Then she remembered Therese and decided to let John have it almost all his way.

Grinning widely, Lydia tiptoed from the room and scurried into the den. Therese had been her lesbian lover for several college months. Yes, it’s late, she reasoned, but Therese said that if I ever needed anything… She padded back to bolt the door and lifted the receiver.

To her surprise, Therese answered with music and voices surrounding her, “Donald, I told you it’s 75th street,” she admonished.

“Ahhh, this isn’t Donald,” she replied uncertainly.

“Oh my God! This is! It can’t be! Is it?”

“Hi Therese, this is Lydia,” she smiled.

“Lydia,” Therese screamed, “How the heck are? Where are? Wait! I’m having a bash! You must come!”

“Well I’ll be,” Lydia whispered excitedly, “I’m a few blocks away!”

Therese laughed from her belly, “Lydia, you haven’t changed a bit! Get your fine ass over here!”

Lydia stumbled, looking back at the door, “I… I don’t know, T.  I need to talk to… well really, I need to ask for a HUGE favor,” she whispered feeling embarrassed.”

“Okay, I get it. Where is asshole?”

“Asleep,” Lydia whispered more quietly.

“Come. Stay for a drink or two and I’ll carve some private time away from these old pervs,” she laughed with a slightly more serious edge now.

“How formal is the bash?”

“Street clothes honey. Just stick on jeans and jam on over.”

“What if he wakes up,” Lydia asked as though she hadn’t sneaked out of her parents’ house a million times as a girl.

“Tell him you need a pregnancy test from the all night store. That’ll scare the hell out of him.”

“Right now, I don’t think that would be good… or maybe it would,” Lydia pondered the thought wickedly.

“Never mind that! Just come now,” Therese implored.

“Okay, girl. Give me your address and I’ll see ya in a few.”

Lydia stepped into the bathroom with shirt, jeans and tennis shoes in hand. She donned the clothes and ran a brush through her hair. Feeling precarious without a bra, she stepped from the bathroom and remembered her purse next to the bed.

Silently cursing herself, she padded into the bedroom and checked for the items, then retrieved the sheet and placed it gently at the foot of the bed.

John awoke..

“Babe, you up,” he asked sleepily.

She stood paralyzed for a second, not knowing how to answer and finally lied, “Yea, um, can’t sleep. Gonna go read for a bit.”

John turned over and promptly fell back asleep. Lydia rolled her eyes in the darkness thinking, I should have strangled him when I had the chance.

Lydia finally turned the keys in the ignition and was on her way. She wasn’t sure she had the guts to follow through, or even ask Therese about her plan, but she felt better already. Therese would have some kind words or advice, and definitely hard liquor!

The two hugged in the doorway as if no time had passed. Lydia worried that she hadn’t seen her friend since the wedding, but her worries had been pointless.

Therese put a drink in her hand and introduced her to the crowd, followed by “We need some private time. You all know the rules. Don’t do anything I can get arrested for, including you, Donald. No water-ballooning people on the sidewalk!”

She cast him an evil grin and steered Lydia into a bedroom, “Okay, girlie, what’s up?”

“My head has been spinning since last night. I don’t even know where to begin.”

Therese pushed Lydia’s drink to her mouth saying, “Don’t worry. Drink up and we’ll catch up.”

“But your party,” she protested.

“Don’t worry, Lyd. Those pervs can go all night. Just take a minute and catch your breath. Then tell me what the dipshit did to you,” she said with a slight “I told you so” tone.

“Well, remember back when I was dating John? I told you he used to tease me about getting it on with one girl on top and another on the bottom?”

“Oh Lydia,” she offered sympathetically, “He didn’t.”

“Not yet,” she rolled her eyes still thinking of strangling him, “but he insists that he wants to.”

Therese sat her drink down hard saying, “But your married, for Christ sake!”

Therese left the room for a moment and returned with a bottle. “Glasses be damned,” she said, “This goes beyond hurt feelings. This calls for hard drinking.”

With that, she lifted the bottle and then handed it to Lydia. They passed the bottle back and forth in long moments of silence until they both spoke at once. Therese deferred and caught Lydia as she collapsed in tears.

As her friend’s sobs subsided, Therese asked, “So what are we going to do about him?”

Lydia lifted her tear-stained face, “We,” she asked.

“Yes. We,” she said angrily, “I knew I should have tried to talk you out of that marriage.”

“Some marriage,” Lydia said softly as she looked at the nearly empty bottle in her hands, “Last swig. You want,” she asked.

“Drink up, Lyd. Be right back.” Again she exited and reappeared with two bottles this time.

Lydia spoke up softly, “I’ve really missed you, T. I knew you and John didn’t get along.”

“It’s okay, sweetie. Stuff happens.”

“You can say that again,” Lydia frowned.

“Well,” Therese hedged for a moment gauging Lydia’s mental stamina, “I know you’ve had some thoughts on this. I guess, the question is, do you want to stay married to jerk-face?” She tugged the lid from the bottle and took a huge drink.

Lydia took a sip and sat staring at the floor while she thought, then lifted her eyes and asked, “What marriage? This isn’t a marriage.”

“Next question,” Therese said gently, “What’s the HUGE favor?”

“Ummm, well, you remember when we… I mean you and I were…” Lydia’s voice trailed off.

“Were lovers?” Therese asked point-blank, “Do I remember when we were lesbian lovers,” she asked incredulously.

“Yes, that,” Lydia whispered.

“That what,” Therese asked, coaxing her to say the words she never could back in college.

“Okay,” Lydia yelled finally losing her cool, “Yes! Back when we were lesbian lovers! Okay? Is that what you want to hear?”

Therese grinned as silence befell the apartment and Lydia cracked open the door. All party-goers were gathered silently outside. Therese laughed waving everyone away with a sweep of her delicate hand. She admonished all gently and told them to go play awhile longer, explaining that we would be out in a few minutes. She fell back on the bed kicking her feet while Lydia stumbled trying to reach her.

She managed to get to the bed and lay back gingerly closing her eyes. She was silently thanking God that the bed wasn’t spinning when Therese sat up, tapped her shoulder and said, “Wait just a second, Lyd. HUGE favor, remember?”

With a groan, Lydia forced herself upright again. Being fairly certain that she couldn’t suffer more embarrassment than she already had, Lydia broached her plan to Therese. Part way in, she got lost in memories she had thought long forgotten. “Do you remember how intense we were then? It was like the whole world fell away and there was only you and me.”

“I remember,” Therese whispered, “I still miss it… us.”

“Me too, sometimes,” Lydia confessed.

After several moments of silence, Lydia finally spilled her plan and waited for whatever the reaction would be.

With both being the epitome of drunkenness now, Therese recounted the plan as simplistically as she could, “So let’s see. We plan a night at your house, make shithead think he’s gonna get a Hero sandwich and ignore him until we dump him off the bed. He storms out mad as hell. Then we come back here and take our time together.”

“It’s okay to say no, T. I want to hurt him the way he’s hurt me, but I do miss us. I don’t think we got a fair chance back in college.”

“Then I have only one question for you,” Therese whispered.

Lydia looked into her eyes and quietly asked, “What?”

Therese took another long drink and said, “Want to really do some damage? Let’s film it. We can send him a copy every year when it was supposed to be your anniversary!”

“Perfection,” Lydia screamed, Thank you, T! Thank you!”

By Wildfire8470

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Of Possession and Dispossession

Clare

There was no win or lose in this decision. Keri couldn’t stay with Victor though leaving him was killing her. Still, there was no other choice. Her mind was made, if not her heart.  

“Why are you doing this,” Victor asked in stunned disbelief. 

“Clare. That’s why.” 

“Clare? What about Clare?” 

“How can I explain what you won’t hear or will twist to suit your argument?” 

“Don’t do this Keri. Leaving me won’t fix this.” 

 “Staying hasn’t fixed this and it’s killing me.”

“Wait a minute. Just stop and explain this to me,” Victor asked. 

Keri paused and went to the window. Painful silence filled the spaces between them as she stared out at the distant moon. She gathered her thoughts and battled for control of rioting emotions.

After a moment to collect, she spoke the first words that came to her; words she never wanted to speak of again, “Don’t ask for things you can’t deal with, Victor. This is your out. I strongly suggest you take it.” 

Victor said nothing, not wanting to push her over the precipice of the emotional cliff she was obviously teetering upon.  

Keri continued, “Your wife has been deceased for more than a decade and you are still one.” She paused awaiting his inevitable denial. 

“Keri,” Victor tried to make her see how unreasonable she was being, “How can I make you see? You’re jealous of a dead woman,” he accused. 

“No I’m not,” she snapped sharply, “Clare is very much alive and,” Keri concluded bitterly, “she is in you and of you. Clare is everything that comprises you. She lives in your thoughts and resides in your heart, where there never was any room for me.” 

“For Christ’s sake, Keri. Of course you’re in my heart,” Victor reasoned. 

“Shut up,” she cut him off angrily, “Just shut the fuck up! Because of you, I’m dying a million deaths! I’m hemorrhaging emotionally! My heart is bleeding out and it’s your fault! You pursued me. You accepted my heart among your other demands.” 

“Honey, you’re imagining all of this,” he stated with quiet incredulity. 

“Oh yea, right,” Keri argued flippantly, “I invested two years of my absolutely- alive heart, mind, body, soul and life in you; in loving you with everything I am, only to be crowded out by a ghost.” 

She retrieved her suitcase taking pains to stay out of Victor’s reach. He lay back on the bed holding his head with hands over his face.  

“Why is Clare an issue all of a sudden?” 

You think this was sudden,” she asked, infuriated, “You asked me to give you two years to get on firm footing. This was not sudden,” she yelled slamming her suitcase shut, “Sweet Jesus, I envy Clare!” 

“Envy,” Victor muttered his confusion into his hands. 

“Yes. Clare is dead! She feels nothing! Shit! I envy her that!” 

“I asked you to give me two years and I made a home for us,” Victor stated the obvious, trying to maintain dulcet tones while untangling her rage. 

“No. You didn’t. We found a place to live in together, where we exist around each other,” Keri stopped the torrent of words to follow, struggling to regain self-control. She knew this battle was over long before it began, before she had ever crossed Victor’s path, much less his mind. 

Victor patted the bed saying, “This is where we lay together, the place where we express our love for each other.” 

Keri sat next to her travel bag exhausted, “I thought so once.” 

“You don’t think so now?” 

“No.” 

“Why not?” 

“It’s obvious that my love for you is not enough,”

“To do what?” 

“To exorcise her from your soul, from all that you touch, breath, think, feel, are… prefer.” 

“I’m lost. You’re not making sense, Keri. Give me an example.” 

“You persistently run from reality to hide in Clare’s possession of you. For instance: When was the last time we made love that you weren’t thinking of her?” 

Victor lay silently stunned. He had no idea that Keri felt his very thoughts, and not just in bed, in everything.  He dragged his hand through his hair remembering all the times he had looked into Keri’s eyes, how frequently her soft smile had touched his heart, how many times she had held him or they had made love, while all he ever felt or saw was Clare.

It was Clare’s eyes he had looked into so deeply, her smile that Keri’s resembled so. It was Clare’s arms that held him close and her body he had loved so intensely. Keri kept her silence for two years, giving him the space and time he had asked for. Victor was acutely aware of her pain and frustration, leaving him ultimately in the wrong and If it could get any worse, it did.

Both knew it wasn’t exactly his fault, neither asked for what they had gotten. Keri knew as well as Victor, that he was well and truly possessed. Had it been less than his true love, Keri would have called out the clergy to exorcise his demon faster than he could blink.

“You see,” she said, interrupting his thoughts, “I’m no good at ménage à trois and you’re a man in love with a corpse; a spirit that can do no wrong; an eternally perfect ghost. That’s a competition I can’t… no, won’t live with any longer.” 

“Wait,” he implored softly, “Don’t leave.”  

“And stay for what,” Keri questioned, “You have immediately, and permanently, turned down any and all help that I’ve offered to get for you, or assist you in getting for yourself.  Apparently, you are happy living in your misery.” 

“No, Keri, I mean, I just realized. I never meant to…” 

“Apparently, you never meant anything,” she laid her cards, face-up, on the table.

“Keri, stop. We can work on this. Don’t leave. Not now.” 

“‘Not now?’ As though penciling it in later would be better? Maybe Clare has no expiration date, but I do.” 

“I didn’t realize what I was doing, but now that I know we can start over,” He reached to extract the bags from her. 

Keri moved to dodge him, whispering, “Maybe you can. I sure as hell can’t.” 

She stood in the doorway wanting to drop everything and run back into the safety of his arms but she already knew with certainty, anything she’d felt in his arms never belonged to her.   

“Why would I,” she wept, “Start over letting you love her and you use me like some morbid conduit,” she stated more than asked, hauling her belongings from the bed. 

Victor followed her to the door hoping for one last chance; hoping for words that would convince her to stay, “I love you, Keri. Yes, I’m always going to love what I had with Clare, but I love you!” 

 “Oh, you think so?” 

“I know so.” 

“Guess again, Victor. Do you remember, before we lived together, when I busted my ass and my bank account to fly across the country to see you?” 

“Yes. It was great.” 

It wasn’t,” Keri yelled, losing her tenuous grip on self-control, “It was a God damn, unmitigated disaster!” 

Victor was holding onto the very end of his rapidly fraying rope, “That’s not how I remember it. We spent the whole week together.” 

“Yes, we spent the week doing anything you could think of to please you. I rented a car. I drove your sorry ass all over town. I paid for everything and you still weren’t happy. You were hell-bent-determined that nothing short of Clare’s resurrection was going to make you happy. Also,” she screamed, completely unraveling and unable to stop now, “I asked you about the social site you’re on.” 

“What? What about it now,” he yelled back at her. 

“I gave you two years that you asked me for. You couldn’t wait two days until I was at least on an outbound flight, before befriending a skanky slut. I found out after I’d twisted myself into a pretzel trying to please you. I wish I’d known it was as easy as dying my hair and posting an ad for a smarmy, sickening  affair!  

“You are! You’re jealous and you don’t trust me,” Victor couldn’t have chosen a worse time for denial and childish accusation.

Say that just one more time and I swear I’ll knock you onto your lying ass so hard you’ll never stand up again! Your actions always spoke louder than your words, Victor and they were always in direct opposition.” 

“Nothing happened! I swear I never met the girl!” 

“Doesn’t matter. What do you think that did to me? You said you hadn’t even been on the site. You lied. So what the fuck else have you lied about? In my shoes, would you trust you? If your daughter asked for similar advice, what would you tell her? I gave you two years. I was woman enough to keep my word. My obligation is over.” 

Keri opened the door and half-turned back to finish, “It’s not lack of love, Victor. Between your lies, Clare’s presence, and your terror of our real, live relationship, I didn’t see that I was the only one in it. So go now. Run away. Fuck the skanky slut. Fuck a million of them. They’re all Clare anyhow. I’m setting you free with fierce pity for any woman who ever falls in love with you. Goodbye, you two. I now pronounce myself dispossessed.” 

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