I often say we expect men to read minds and to know what’s wrong with us without us verbalizing it and since men aren’t mind readers and they don’t have access to a crystal ball, we can’t expect them to know what we need or how to handle us. That said, in my case, there is basically a fucking manual online on how to deal with me.
Recently, Hugh got my back up and it could be crazy girl brain,
or it could be something else, but for this blog it doesn’t really matter what the
root cause is. What matters is, he handled it like an amateur.
I am fairly simple, you piss me off, I will push you away. When
that happens, I need the other person to push in. Fair enough, leave me alone
that day or night if I am being a bitch. But send me a morning message, wishing
me a good day or make plans with me. Do something to let me know, you’re not
going anywhere. My inner crazy bitch is counteracted by being made to feel safe
and secure.
That is the key to me. When I feel safe and secure I am the
most calm chilled human around. And anyone whose been on this blog for any length
of time knows that. It’s the world's worth kept secret.
Anyways, I need to get ready for work. I just needed to
vent. As always, my dears stay and play safe.
Love,
The Honest bitch
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