Yesterday he tied my arms and wrists and came in my mouth while touching me. Thirty minutes later, more sex. We drank and watched fireworks from the rooftop.
Even so, he's changed since his dad died.
I called his sister who convinced me to forgive him for throwing me today. I took him back only because he is grieving, but if he hurts me one more time, it's over.
My dad said he saw Sil's friend flirting with him after the funeral too, that it was obvious, and I'm not just crazy like HB would have me believe. He gets very angry if I mention her. A fair warning to all concerned, if it goes that direction, my army is watching, and heads will roll.
I made him soup and told him I love him, because I couldn't bear to hear my sister in law cry. It's going to be a very long week.
If I can have nothing else and all fails and love dies, I would be content to just paint and bellydance. I never really needed anyone else, and I think with just those two things alone, I could be happy forever.
10:48 p.m. - 2009-07-05