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this is wednesday, so i have been at some friends’ house in auburn for one week and one day. i’m “supposed to” stay two weeks, but that “supposed to” was only intended to be a suggestion, so there’s really no reason i can’t go back home whenever i like, but i’m not, primarily to make M happy, but also to make my counselor happy. also, it has been explained to me (by my counselor, who originally suggested this in the first place), that, in order to avoid causing MORE harm, by cutting us off from each other, there is really no reason why my trips to the house CAN’T coincide with the presence of M, that was M’s fantasy, not my counselor’s instruction.

so, apart from keeping M and my counselor happy, there’s really no reason for this, as far as i can tell. there was when i vacated, and i was actually grateful for a different place to stay for a few days, but now it’s just a chore: get up in the morning, drive to my house to take care of my plants, clean up my email, potentially fill incense orders (i’ve had 3 this week, which is unusual), do laundry, take a shower, leave the house around 13:30, and find a way to drive home that satisfies at least one of the following criteria: it has to take until at least 16:30 for me to get back to where i’ve been staying. it has to be a way that i haven’t gone before. it has to avoid freeways. i have to “get lost” at least once.

i come home again next wednesday 260909… or thursday 260910… i’m not sure, and i want to make sure that M has a say, because a lot of this is for her, as well.

we’re allegedly going on a field trip, thursday, to a place that manufactures container houses. in spite of everything, i’m actually kind of excited about this, and probably would be even if all this other stuff WASN’T happening… but i’m not certain, because M isn’t certain… and i’m not sure she’s not certain because she knew i was kidding, or because she’s tired of dealing with me.

we’ve still got A LOT of therapy ahead of us.

i’m attending a virtual “new member orientation” for the CSPC on the 10th, if they get back to me with a link to the meeting. i THINK it’s a “zoom” meeting, and i think i have discerned what the link is in spite of them not telling me, but i’m not sure. also, my “monogamy-normalised” upbringing causes me to regard things like the CSPC with the utmost skepticism AT BEST so i’m doing this out of curiosity, but i can’t guarantee that i won’t instantly turn into a raving, ravishing sex maniac once it’s over. 😒

i keep on thinking about the character “Dunbar” from “Catch-22”, who tried to make his life seem longer by always doing boring things. he said that, when he did exciting things (like going on a bombing run, because it’s Catch-22), time sped up and it was over more quickly. i’ve found his philosophy to be frighteningly true, and the older i’ve gotten, the more “sped up” things seem to be… i know, in my “old age”, i should be slowing down, smelling the roses, and taking it easy, but i can’t wait for this experience to be something that happened “a year ago”.

and the big problem is that it will SEEM LIKE it has taken no time at all until it actually HAS BEEN “a year ago”, even when i am in the middle of experiencing something that is taking what seems like an AGONISINGLY LONG time to resolve itself. 😒

damned if you do, damned if you don’t… 😒

all good things must come to an end…

and that end, if it is not already here, is coming soon. 😒

i am spending a couple weeks staying with friends near where we used to live, in auburn. upon my return, it is very likely that we’re going to install an ADU next to the house, which will become my default space. that way i will have access to the house and garage, when i need to feed the cat, use my workshop, fill incense orders, and tend to my nursery, but i will also have a separate space where i can sleep, take a shower, change clothes, cook food, and suchlike, and be completely separate from the main part of the house if i want to be… or if monique has a new lover in the house…

although, at this point, i’m not sure i could handle even being in a separate, private space NEXT TO a house that contained monique and somebody else who is making love with her. 😒

one thing at a time… 😒 baby steps… 😒

oh, also, i met with the death doula today, and i now have a shiny, new, officially notarized copy of an Advance Health Care Directive (visible in the black bar on the left hand side of the screen, under the picture of Joe Btfsplk), which i intend to take with me to my doctor’s appointment on september 22nd, to wave in his face and say “hah hah! i’ve already got one, and there’s nothing you can do about it!”… and then, probably, spend the rest of my doctor’s visit playing with my pocket full of weird noises, because, apparently, he is amused by such things…

wump

she basically says that she wants me to sleep alone, and have sex with other people in order to have a “whole hearted” life, but i married her because i DON’T WANT TO sleep alone and have sex with other people! i want to have a “whole hearted” life WITH HER!

that is the PRIMARY reason i married her, and didn’t become a celibate monk (like i was all set to do when i met her).

she says that she can no longer sleep with me, and have sex with me for HER to have a “whole hearted” life, and it is, literally, BREAKING MY HEART!! i can’t sleep, i don’t want to eat, nothing has any attraction for me… 😭😭💔😭😭

my counselor says that saying i want to die will only drive her further away from me, but i want to die! if i can’t have a whole-hearted life with her, there seems to be no point in being alive at all! 😭😭💔😭😭

P.S. please remember that i have a tendency towards hyperbole when i am under extreme stress. i DO NOT want to kill myself, as much as i might say it sometimes. 😒

P.P.S. 260824 my counselor recommended tylenol for a broken heart… 😒