Here’s an example of too nice vs nice (yes, I’m obsessing. Shup.)
“Master, my butt hurts and this njoy was the dumbest purchase EVAR!”
“Okay, cunt. Take it out.”
“Master, there’s something not quite right going on down there. I don’t know if I’m getting a UTI or if the njoy is irritating something or what’s going on.”
“Okay, cunt. Take it out for awhile and let’s see what’s up.”
Of course, that also relies on me being honest and not pretending that #1 is #2. Obviously I could spin a story to appeal to his sympathies (because he really is a nice guy), but he counts on me not to do that. Likewise, I count on him to not cave into #1. Because I’m a masochist and I need a little bit of uncaring. Except for when I don’t.
God. What’s so hard to understand? lol
Fuck it. To be honest, I’m getting a little defensive about the whole thing. The whole needs/wants bullshit. How dare I expect anything from him! How dare I prefer to be happy! How dare I care enough about our relationship to speak up when it’s stalling!
I failed Meek 101. Heh.
Anyway. It’s not nearly as serious of a problem as some are taking it. We’re neither unhappy or splitting up. So there.
And! If what he wants is a different style, then he’s only got to clue me in. It’s not like I’m going to leave if he’s decided on a less strict version of living. I love being his, in whatever capacity that ends up being.
I’m sick. Blergh. It’s making me cranky. I don’t know what’s wrong. I thought it was maybe a UTI, but now I’m not so sure. I’m just icky.
And I just had to pick B-man up from school. Must be something going around.
I’m gonna go mope in private. Later taters.