bneith

[bneith]

[bneith]

[bneith]

That conversation really killed my plans. I was going to visit friends and play with my kids but now I just want to bury myself in blankets and pillows until it is time to go to work again. I gotta shake myself out of this. Or do I give in a little bit. Can I schedule panic attacks? After I am done with errands we will have a panic attack, then I will read to the kids, another burial in blankets then dinner and good night. Perfect day off.

[bneith]

She is sick of your shit.

[bneith]

A look,

communicating,

so much unsaid,

And stated so clearly.

I know.

I think...

But I feel certain that I don't have to worry,

About him.

[bneith]

I want to get more tattoos, but I don't want anyone to see them. I want them to be private. Only mine. However, I don't want to get any tattoos in my private areas. So I am forever dissatisfied.

[bneith]

I finally found a credit card company with enough surveillance on me to know I am an easy mark.

[bneith]

While we may get divorced, you can always count on me to be your dealer.

[bneith]

I am a chimney,

I can't get high enough.

[bneith]

The reality tunnels never cross.

He only perceives what he thinks I perceive,

And don't we all operate that way?

Can't even turn on the water,

And watch it drain.

He sees a pool because the drain is clogged from lack of maintenance.

[bneith]

Life is pretty stupid sometimes,

And so am I.

[bneith]

Kind of an asshole thing to say on the day my husband is "served" the petition to divorce.

[bneith]

I don't even remember writing that stuff.

[bneith]

He thinks he is out of the woods because she stayed home,

But she intentionally spent much of that time alone.

[bneith]

Moths kiss her on the neck and arms,

Unwanted caresses from fluttering wings.

She plans to collect her things,

With no place, but a hall of alarms.

This is a scary time to leave,

I don't want to regret never doing it.

I don't know what to believe,

For a long time I knew it.

[bneith]

I wonder how private this really is

[bneith]

I wait for the cue,

I wait for the nod,

That I can be with you,

And stroke your rod.