Next steps
Mister and I had a long long Long talk last night. And though he warned me in poppets return I did not get an I told you so. I had a supportive partner and D type who was more concerned about my well being than stating the obvious fact that he was right.
He let me scream, rage and cry, then repeat. He brought dinner home and was basically the best human ever given the absolutely fucking bizarre nature of yesterday.
After today, I'm asking him to take my Tumblr log in credentials. I need the break, and I know the fact I would be tempted to come check, try to find out what name she has slid into, because that me one had been around awhile. And been followed by some folks who I consider friends.
My queues is set down to one a day, not sure how long I'm going to do this, but I owe it to me.
The odd thing is even though this ranks in the top betrayals in my life, I'm glad she is alive. And in spite of the turmoil, I don't wish harm. I got to that point. While I would love answers, I'm sure I won't get them, not that I could even trust them because you know epic fucking gaslighting.
If you are someone I know who may want to keep in touch off of this medium, you got until tonight to ping me. Until such time as I want to come back here, this is a see you in the funny pages.
