So it goes on...
We talked about it. He brought it up. I cried, he cried, it was all hideous and squishy for an hour. I tried to explain to him that its not him its sex in general, but the real truth is I don't know *WHAT* it is, but that seemed too cruel when i saw his face.
I dont know anymore...
I fucked up my wrist good, and I fell down the stairs on the way to my car. Its been like that all across the board today.
:/
