Is this Wednesday or Thursday?
Dear loved ones,
I have lost track of the days and am sinking into a sea of despair. Please feel free to skip this post today as I don’t want to bring you all down. I know I will be okay again, but for whatever reason I need to purge and release.
I have been working on a painting of my ‘friend’, who I like very much. I think the painting is finished but will leave it a few more days on my easel before I put a transparent sealer on it as a finishing touch. You may remember this friend of mine from the ‘No Strings Attached’ series, but it doesn’t matter if you remember him or not.
I stopped my relationship with him when my divine masculine asked me to be only for him and not share myself with anyone else and to keep my legs closed. I broke it off with him and said to find himself another sex partner or a girlfriend. He said he didn’t want anyone else and would wait for me.
He has messaged me a few times since we have been in lockdown but he hasn’t tried to carry on any kind of conversation. If he likes me so much why doesn’t he just talk to me? I don’t understand. It just proves to me that he only liked me for the sex and if there is no sex going to happen there was no need to talk.
I really am not upset about him. It is just another trigger and is bringing up feelings of abandonment. I was going to give you a long-winded sob story but I am not going to do that now. I have compassion for you. Smiley face.
‘Pull yourself together Summerhill, and maybe start another painting’.
Thank you for reading my blog post today even though it was about nothing and not sexy at all. I love you. Hugs & Kisses, Summerhill Lane