So the week of my arrival and being found between missile silos here in the U.S. has gone. I made it through it all somehow apparently.
Still fighting pneumonia I think. Or I have been in a few battle royals. Still clueless how the broken rib happened. But nothing can stop the Juggernaut bitch!
The week was quiet and I smoked some great cigars. Took time to be super alone and delve even deeper than before. Silence and alone have increased.
Saturday I supported. I quietly supported and gave back up. Then had lunch, watched and laughed at Despicable Me 3 (hilarious) and went to the Mad Hatter and had a slice of strawberry shortcake. I hadn't had a slice since my birthday in 2010 when Chocolate Doll bought me one for my birthday. And damn it was good just like it was back then. Even with it being near that duke university place.
Trying to help who you date or is your submissive is difficult when they are mentally fighting it or unable to accept it. So many times I want to fix things or just tell them if you do this then things will be better but can't. They will have to learn the hard way themselves so they can learn. It is a balance on a katana's edge.
It takes hard work, or no work at all to maintain a relation, relationship or dynamic. You have to choose what is appropriate to the situations. And if it is worth it.
I am ready to take the next trip. Time to get and stay busy to feed me and fill the voids.
Evil remains.
Chocolatezeus intensified.
Havoc personified.
Till the next time...
