He didn’t like his painting
Dear loved ones, good morning. Well, actually it is almost noon and bad me, I am still in bed. Not sleeping of course and I have been up running and taking Gibson out for his morning duties.
I love my bedroom because it is all my own and I have my own bathroom as well. Such luxury to have this privacy. Sorry, but I am going to talk trash about my former husband who is now deceased (3 weeks ago) and I probably shouldn’t speak ill of the dead.
He was very overpowering and everything was about him and for him. In the last couple of years of our married life I created my own space downstairs in the basement of our home which included a bedroom, studio for painting and a bathroom (just a two piece). I never got to sleep downstairs except near the end of our relationship when he was threatening to hit me with a baseball bat during the night.
Anyway, enough of that.
I finished painting one of the sketches that I showed you in the blog post ‘Lips’ and impulsively sent the sketch and finished painting to the owner of those lips. He was not happy. He asked me why I was painting him, and wasn’t I in love with someone else who probably wouldn’t like it that I was painting portraits of other men? (yes, I am in love with someone else and he doesn’t give a shit).
He sent me a link to the song ‘It’s easy to say’, by James Hunter Six. It’s all about a girl saying sorry but the guy not accepting that and just reminding her of all the tears he has cried. Bla bla bla.
He couldn’t accept that I just wanted to send him a copy of this painting of him and nothing else, but he needed to dump on me some more, I guess. I knew I was going to get it, both barrels, but I received the onslaught hopefully with some grace.
I have an erotic story playing out in my mind involving Imogen and her beautiful husband. My divine masculine told me the premise and a few details and asked me to flush it out. I never did write it, but now might be a good time. DM has not communicated with me for almost 2 weeks now, and he has not responded to my attempts. I will not message him again and will leave him alone. I have learned that actions speak louder than words. Let there be action! (of course, there can’t be any of that right now anyway, so I would be happy with a few words. Smiley face.)
Dear loved ones, thank you for listening to me blab. I really just have my laptop on my knees and my fingers on the keyboard and my mind is elsewhere. I have to read this now to see what nonsense I have written today. I love you. Hugs & kisses, Summerhill Lane