Daily Prompt: Do Not Disturb

So I’m a little behind in blogging lately. I’m busy with kids since school is done for the year.
Anyways……

“How do you manage your online privacy? Are there certain things you won’t post in certain places? Information you’ll never share online? Or do you assume information about you is accessible anyway?”

On Facebook, well, what can I say? Even though I try to keep most ‘very personal’ (home life) things private, join private or closed groups, etc., it seems nothing will ever be truly private there. I just have to say one word about that: TICKER. Because of that annoying little beasty, all of my friends see every like and comment I make, no matter where I am on Facebook. Then to make matters worse, if a friend likes or comments on ANY of my activity, THEIR friends see it, even though I have privacy set as strict as Facebook will allow, which seems to be on the decline every other week. SO, I make a point of not posting very personal things anymore. I try to keep things either humorous or generally neutral for the most part.

That said, yes, I AM aware that absolutely NOTHING is ever private no matter what you do online. Thanks to hackers, I have to cover up my webcam when I am not using it, which is 99.9% of the time. Given that I’m a paranoid person to begin with, I try not to have personal conversations while my computers are turned on. If anyone tries to hack my computer, they will become bored very quickly. However, I’m now starting to become suspicious of my iPhone. I swear it is LISTENING to me. I was talking to myself, bitching about something on tv, went to look up something related on a known search engine, and right away, the first suggestion was the exact same thing I was looking for and bitching about what was on the tv. W T F ?

On a final note, unless there are mind-reading aliens secretly working for the government, I seriously doubt anyone can tap into my deepest, darkest thoughts (how’s THAT for a challenge, you hackers!) – if I talk in my sleep, I’m totally screwed. So far, I haven’t said anything that is incriminating in any way shape or form. HA! Other than that, if someone truly wants to find out about me, just take one of those new infrared drones the government is using, and you can see me masturbating under the covers at night. LOL

Good night!

Daily Prompt: Never

“Tell us about a thing you’ll never write about.”

It only took me a split second to know what I was going to include in this entry. That is extra marital activity – or, for those who dislike this phrase, it is better known these days as polyamory, relaxed marriage, or open marriage. This is a concept still frowned upon by more than I ever expected in this day and age. While I believe in monogamy and adhering to my vows, I don’t find the idea of a relaxed marriage offensive either.

I find it very surprising that this is still a taboo subject. I never hear people talking about ‘swinging’ anymore like I did when I was in college many years ago. I know damn well that it is on the rise. However, it is most frowned upon in our country. Why is this the case? Is it because of religious beliefs? Even though I was raised Christian, I tend to question Christian practices and beliefs based on a book that was possibly altered by man over the years.

But back to polyandry, polygamy and the likes. I try not to write about this subject because of how taboo it is. I won’t admit to such a lifestyle, but I can say this: People should be free to make their own choices in life. That includes sexual practices. However, I say so with a word of caution. Please be safe in your extra curricular activity, AND be considerate of your partner.

Last but not least, ALWAYS keep the lines of communication OPEN. Once that fails, then your relationship will fail.

Good evening.

Silent Seduction

You revealed yourself
to me, in the dark,
where no eyes
were able to spy.

You silenced me
with your firm,
seductive hand,
rendering me powerless
under your spell.

You took me
with solid intent
of permitting me
to revel in the throes
of forbidden passion.

A silent love
can once again
be tucked in the corners
of a happy soul.

It is enough
knowing how you feel
in the night
where passion hides.

Daily Prompt: Unconventional Love

“Over the weekend, we explored different ways to love. Today, tell us about the most unconventional love in your life.”

Some readers who might by chance read all of my blogs may be able to guess what my unconventional love is. Many of my friends look at me as if I have two heads when I express this love constantly.

It is music.

If reincarnation exists, I swear I must have been either a famous composer or a musician in a past life or two. Ever since I can remember, I’ve loved music. When my brothers (who are significantly older than me) babysat me, they used to take me in their room, play their loud guitars and drums, and I’d fall asleep on their beds. When my parents would return home, the music would of course stop, and I’d wake up.

For some reason, music is like my drug. It calms my anxiety, takes my anger away, helps me sleep, and, at times, takes me to euphoric states. If it happens to be a favorite, forget it. I’m useless and unproductive. I can sit all day listening to my favorite music, letting my heart and soul drift into a different dimension.
I’m not sure if there is a medical diagnosis for what I have and feel about music, but whatever it is, I love it. I’d love to see an MRI of my brain when I listen to my favorite music – see my entry “How The Brain Reacts To Music” from May 9, 2012.

Depending on the music, I can sometimes physically feel the notes and beats coursing through my entire body, slowly reaching the surface, leaving pleasant sensations all over my skin – almost like an orgasm. EARGASM is the better term for what I experience.

What I love about music is that there is plenty of it. Take me to a music store, and you won’t get me out for the whole day. The other thing I love about music is that I can choose which music to love and which music not to love. I don’t have to worry about the music I don’t love hating me for not loving it. Meanwhile, the music I do love most seems to know how much I love it, therefore providing me with endless reciprocation, always pleasing my ears.

I leave my readers with what I am going to bed with.

I am absolutely head over heels in love with David Garrett’s music. Especially J.S. Bach’s Sonata No. 2 Andante. ♥ ♪ ♥ ♪ ♥ ♪ ♥ ♪ ♥

F Bombs

WARNING: STRONG LANGUAGE

When people have children, they’re supposed to set a good example for them. That also means that the older children are supposed to set an example for their younger sibling(s). Am I correct here so far?

I have two children with ADHD. The teenaged female has hormonal issues along with anger, anxiety and depression. The pre-pubescent boy has mild autism. With the autism goes sensory and other neurological issues. When an autistic person is over stimulated, they can’t cope, therefore they act out. Such is the case with my son.

He throws furniture, his shoes, toys, his glasses; he also swears, or resorts to hurting himself when he is in full meltdown. Picture in your mind Rainman. While my son is verbal and loves to give and receive hugs, every other aspect of his life is very much like ‘Rainman’. He has to follow certain routines, or it upsets him.

Within the past year, with the aid of medication, we are able to control his reactions. To help remedy the swearing, my spouse and I have cleaned up our sailor mouths quite a bit. Sometimes it can’t be helped in a very stressful situation. Then there are a lot of F bombs being dropped.

Yesterday was the case when my teenager decided to have one of her severe mood swings. All was okay at dinner. We even had laughter. After dinner however, when it was time for cleanup and getting the garbage out for today’s pickup, that all changed.

Suddenly she was in excruciating ‘female’ pain, accompanied by a sudden onset migraine. “I’ve been in fucking pain all day! But NOOOO! You guys don’t give a flying fuck!. Excuse me!!! Why don’t you take something for it then?! And why are we just hearing about it NOW?

Needless to say, she was sent to her room to get her garbage out of her room. We never did get that garbage. Instead, she came back down to complain further. Before she made it to the bottom of the steps, she tripped on something which has been sitting on the steps for the past 9 months. She conveniently took the opportunity to take her anger out on her brother, screaming every obscenity at him for leaving the item on the steps.

Meanwhile, my son nearly having a heart attack over the verbal assault, started jumping up and down, attempting to smash his feet through the hardwood floors. My husband’s drill sergeant voice reared its ugly head, sending them both to their rooms.

Amidst all the chaos, there was a lot of other screaming and swearing. I just sat there, shaking my head, wondering why I’m the one who has to clean up my language when I’m being screamed at. Why am I always the bad guy? My husband is the reason why these kids act out. He never puts his foot down enough, and it pisses me off.

Oh yeah, I remember. I have to watch my blood pressure and vocal cords. If I scream too much, I might permanently damage my voice. I’ve done it twice so far. Both from screaming at the kids. I also might bust a vein or give myself a stroke. One time, I screamed so loud, I busted a vessel in my eye.

But back to my earlier rant. How am I supposed to stop my son from swearing when my husband doesn’t discipline my daughter for her mouth?

I’m open to suggestions.

Good afternoon.

Daily Prompt: I Want To Know What Love Is

“We each have many types of love relationships — parents, children, spouses, friends. And they’re not always with people; you may love an animal, or a place. Is there a single idea or definition that runs through all the varieties of love?”

Since I have been obsessing over my latest love(s) – music and David Garrett – I have been slacking off with my blogging. All for a good thing though, right? All in the name of love. Speaking of love, I just finished watching a Chinese movie about long distance love, called “Secret”. It’s a different kind of distance though. TIME. It is a major factor where love is concerned. It seems that true love and relationships that are meant to be must happen at the right place and the right time.

I feel that this single word, time, plays a key role in all varieties of love. Since life is finite, time is precious, therefore determining how we spend that time in each of our relationships. Even if we love a place, in 20 or 30 years before we get to see it again, it might be in ruins by the time we revisit it. Animals are a beautiful part of our world also. It is therefore important to enjoy our time with them, because their time is even shorter than ours.

Whether it be animals, places, people, or things, all of these can come to an unexpected or abrupt end. For each person, place, animal, or thing we love, we must absorb and cherish each and every second of that love while we can. It is also important to express that love. It doesn’t have to be through words. It can be through actions.

Love is something most people take for granted these days. It is not appreciated enough. I have this theory that because we take it for granted, ‘time flies’. It passes by before we know it, almost in the blink of an eye. We must slow down and learn to truly appreciate the people and things we love. Once we realize why we love, and how it affects our daily lives, time just may slow down a bit. For those who truly recognize and accept what they love most, time almost seems to stand still.

I close with what I love most – music. When I listen to my favorites, I close my eyes, hold my hand over my heart, and visualize the music, taking myself to another plane of existence. In that existence, time stands still.

I purposely chose a video with just a still photo, to take away the visual stimulation, appreciating the music.

Good evening.

Daily Prompt: Personal Space

“To what extent is your blog a place for your own self-expression and creativity vs. a site designed to attract readers? How do you balance that?”

When I first started this blog, it was intended to be a personal outlet. Now that I have a small following, I feel I need to balance it out more, leaving less of my personal experiences out of it. I have learned via social media that the more I whine and complain about anything in particular, the less people will read me. In other words, I lose followers and friends; and I certainly don’t want that.

With that in mind, along with reading other blogs, I started to think less about myself and more about what people might like to read. Sometimes I’ll put a personal experience entry up here and there, but I’m finding that things like ‘Daily Prompt’ and other avenues more appealing to my readers.

Subjects like support regarding health issues, poetry, love and friendship, entertainment reviews, and other more neutral areas draw in more likes and hits. Not that that’s what I’m concerned about. I like to write ‘just because’.

In closing, regarding personal space, I started a completely different blog to air some of my personal experiences in life. Sometimes it surprises me to see how many people can relate to whatever I happen to be ranting or gushing about on any given day.

Good evening.

Early Bird Or Night Owl?

This was a daily prompt from a few days ago. But since I’ve been away for a bit, working on other blogs, and hiding from life, I feel the need to write a least a short bit about which one I am.

I’m definitely a night owl. I’m not sure if it’s due to years of working evening/closing shifts when I worked retail or just the way my clock works, but I seem more energetic late at night. Don’t get me wrong. There are definitely some nights where I’m dead tired and fall asleep in my recliner while watching my shows – this seems to only happen when I’m either in the recliner or on my couch. I really try to avoid horizontal activity with my couch, because it is guaranteed I’ll be snoring within 10 minutes. My body is deficient, and even though I think I have energy if I happen to be at the computer or doing things at midnight, my mind is overriding my body.

I know I’m technically exhausted, and should be in bed by 10:00. But there are too many things I am enjoying by the time the beasts go to bed. It’s nice to have a couple of hours to myself at night without being interrupted by a phone, or a husband, etc.

When I’m feeling good, and I’m healthy, then I’ll be up until 2:00 some nights, doing my favorite thing: watching music videos of my favorite musicians on YouTube. It’s easy for me to lose track of time doing that.

As far as morning is concerned, it is my enemy. Both physically and mentally. If it weren’t for the fact that it rots my insides, I’d drink a pot of coffee just to get me going. Not only would it rot my stomach, but it also might result in an instant stroke or a coronary given my ‘condition’. So, I’m usually a zombie until 12:30 or 1:00. It depends on how much tea or B-energy life water I consume.

Good afternoon.

Daily Prompt: Freaky Friday

But it’s not Friday yet, is it? Or did I miss a day?

“If you could be someone else for a day, who would you be, and why? If that seems too easy, try this one: who would you like to have spend a day as?”

I really had to think about this…. for a whole 2 minutes. I don’t want to come across as having a God complex, if he exists. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not an atheist – nothing against them, because everyone has the right to believe or not believe in a higher being. Before getting too religious, I have to state first, that I was raised Catholic, and was even married in the Catholic church. Once in awhile my belief in God is gauged by either how much pain I’m in, or how fearful I am in certain situations. Otherwise, many things in the past 20 years have tested my faith, therefore leaving me with a huge question mark over my head most of the time.

Suppose God, or a God/supreme being exists, and we are indeed under that being’s control; one that decides our fate. I’m damn curious to know what it would be like to be that God. Do we really have free will? If our fates are predetermined, how is free will possible then?

Now I wouldn’t go so far as pulling a Bruce Nolan, satisfying my personal needs before trying to help the world. Rather, I’d sit back and observe. I’d love to know what people are thinking in regards to the existence of God. I’d love to find out what makes people tick, what makes them crazy, angry, happy, sad, etc. Some of the questions that burn in my head just might be answered. Why do people make the decisions they do? I would also love to have the ability to calm people in a crisis situation (Seth in “City Of Angels”). I think only God, or the thought of God in someone’s head can accomplish such a thing. Would it be messing with free will if I slightly influenced somebody’s thoughts and emotions? – assuming I was God for a day of course.

But suppose there isn’t a God. What if our maker is an alien? I’m not sure I’d want to spend a day in the body of an alien, depending on what kind of alien it is. This immediately brings to mind an episode of Stargate SG-1. Or, if we did indeed just evolve from ‘nothing’; the idea that scientists are trying to cram down our throats constantly. Remember that rule about ‘energy can neither be created nor destroyed’? I would assume this rule applies to how we came into existence. Keeping that rule in mind, we can’t have just ‘poofed’ out of nowhere.

Just some thoughts that go through my mind now and then. I still believe there is some sort of God, and, when it suits me – I’m going to Hell if there is a God – I pray to him.

Good day.

That Which Cannot Be Expressed

“I think you have some issues to work out with her” the nurse said, clamping off my friend’s tongue to get the bleeding to stop. She shook her head, giving me an evil look as I sorrowfully explained why it was bleeding. I truly felt horrible, fighting the tears as I apologized repeatedly.

3 hours earlier-
Carefully I knocked on her door, knowing she was home. Her SUV was in the driveway. It was just a matter of whether she would hear me or not. Given that she spent most of her nights writing for ‘The Community Times’, she often slept in most mornings, waking just in time to have lunch. This wasn’t the case today. Turns out, she didn’t have an assignment the previous night, and had planned on doing some early grocery shopping, followed by some self pampering in her sunken bathtub. How did I know this? She said so in the updates on her website.

By the complete shock on her face when she answered the door, I took it that she didn’t know I was in the area, let alone figure that I was even going to drop by. “PLEASE, come in” she invited me, looking somewhat put out that I didn’t give her advance warning. I gathered she might have taken such a warning to prepare herself to look more presentable. I eyed her choice of clothing, or lack thereof, figured she had just finished with her bath, and was planning on changing into something else, until I rapped on her back door.

“What are you doing here?” she asked with a dry, slightly annoyed, yet nervous tone of voice. She should be overjoyed to see me, I thought, crossing my arms as I stepped over the threshold, into her dining room. “Excuse me while I change” she tried walking away, but I stopped her. “No. You’re fine. You don’t need to look fancy for me. Why so irritated?” I asked. “You could have at least emailed or called me. The house is a mess” she answered, gesturing for me to sit at the table.

The chairs were comfortable. Very cushioned, set on wheels. I recalled with a smile how my parents used to have such chairs in their kitchen when I was a child. I used to spend hours rolling around the house, pretending it was a race car. “You didn’t answer me. What brings you here?” she asked again. At a loss for words, I reached out to hug her. “To surprise you of course. It’s been so long since we’ve spoken and seen each other. Would you like me to leave?” I knew she didn’t want me to. I could see in her eyes that she really was happy to see me, and that she didn’t want me to leave. Reluctantly, she shook her head ‘no’, and barely returned the hug. Considering our history, I thought for sure she would give me a better welcome than this.

For about an hour or so, we made small talk. She was obviously being careful about what she was saying, which I didn’t understand. She sure didn’t have any problem speaking freely on the phone or in emails. What was her problem? “Come on. What’s the matter?” I reached out for her hand finally, trembling slightly. Wait. Wasn’t it only women who were supposed to tremble like this? Why was I suddenly nervous? I was just trying to calm her down. “I’m fine” she answered flatly, but accepted my hand rubbing hers. “I’m just trying to figure why me, of all people you need to see this week. Why are you here to visit me?” My face dropped a little, and I think she finally understood that I really wanted to see her. FINALLY she relaxed a little, and returned my friendly gesture with a warm smile, a few tears forming at the corners of her eyes. It was apparent she was doing her best to hold it in.

What else could I do? I was holding her hands in mine for crying out loud. What more was I supposed to do to show her how much she meant to me? Slowly, I pushed my chair closer to hers, and gently reached out for her face, stroking her cheek with my thumb, to show her. She drew in a sharp breath and closed her eyes. One tear trickled down her cheek. “Shh. Come on. Now I feel bad. Please don’t cry” I leaned in and gently pecked her on the lips, wiping the tear away. As soon as I did it, I also was drawing in a sharp breath. Mine was out of surprise and shock. There was something about me she didn’t know. I don’t think I really wanted her to know. She might get strange ideas.

The sudden shocked look on her face told me immediately what she was thinking. “You’ve never kissed anyone, have you?” she asked in a barely audible whisper. Stunned by my own actions, I just wasn’t able to answer. My nerves were starting to build, and suddenly I felt like fleeing. I couldn’t breathe. She was looking at me with a wonder I’ve never seen in her eyes before, and it made me instantly perspire. What the hell did I just start? Now I couldn’t form a single rational thought. What do I do now was the only thing that raced through my head as I held her hands tight. I didn’t want to let go of her all of a sudden.

Sensing the need in my hot palms, she smiled again, the tears disappearing. I wasn’t sure what to make of this smile. It made me even more nervous. My breathing became quick and shallow as she leaned in close to my face, almost nose to nose. “You’ve never kissed anyone, have you?” she asked again. All I could do was shakily answer with a slow motion side to side ‘no’ with my head. Blinking several times while trying to process my answer, next revelation that entered her smart brain was written all over her face. “You’re a virgin?” she whispered again. Why was this such a big deal? “Yes” I answered shaking my head no. Cocking her head sideways, her eyes obviously screamed Make up your mind!. “I mean, not by choice. I’ve wanted to, plenty of times, and have had a lot of opportunity” I swallowed hard, my face burning with embarrassment. The realization that washed over her face spared me from having to admit that I had erectile dysfunction. My whole life, through three major relationships, I’ve never been able to satisfy mine or my partners’ needs.

“But why not kissing? Just because you can’t perform doesn’t mean you have to stop kissing” she said with puzzlement in her eyes. I just figured why bother. “Well, if I can’t do one, why do the other? It’s really quite frustrating” I answered rather frankly. This was none of her business anyways. She wasn’t my partner.

It was as if an explosion happened somewhere in the distance when I heard her offer. At first, I didn’t really comprehend or process what she just asked me. By the fourth time she repeated “Would you like to do a little practicing with me?”, I found my heart pounding up into my throat as my leg involuntarily started to bounce. How, and why was she offering to do such a thing? My brain just walked out the door, leaving me to make a decision I hadn’t really planned on. Do I let her kiss me? I didn’t want to disappoint her, and the look on her face made it really difficult to refuse. All I could do was nod ‘YES’, squeezing her hands once again, in appreciation. She was such a good friend. I shouldn’t feel so nervous about such a small thing like kissing.

What started out as lightly brushing her lips against mine a few times, slowly progressed into a more firm pressing motion. While I got the idea of how to kiss – I do watch television – I wasn’t sure how to respond to her. Soon, a flood of unexpected emotions ripped through my brain, unleashing irrational ideas into my subconscious. I knew her feelings for me, and now, it was apparent I had some for her as well. This wasn’t what I had in mind. I thought she was just going to show me a ‘little bit’. Things were getting carried away. I started to panic as she slowly eased her tongue into my mouth, parting my reluctant lips. STOP I screamed in my head. But she wasn’t stopping. At first, she tasted good. Her tongue was soft and sweet. It made me wonder what she had to eat before her bath. For a brief fleeting moment, I answered her desire, sliding my tongue along hers in a slow, deliberate manner. Time seemed to stand still as I started to feel confused, as if in a drunken state, by how she made me feel. The more I tasted her, the more I wanted.

This was just wrong. I suddenly felt awkward as she reached up with her hands, softly cupping my head, deepening the kiss. At first, a small moan escaped into her, revealing my need. But once my reason returned, I tried to pull away. But she just wouldn’t stop. My only thought was to maybe bite her tongue to get her to quit. It wasn’t working, so I bit harder. Now she was the one trying to pull away as I kept my hold on her, biting a little harder, making sure to get my point across. If she wasn’t going to quit, I’d make her. First she tried slapping my face to make me stop, which only made me bite harder. Now I was angry.

Suddenly I felt pain as she grabbed my balls and twisted. Out of defensive reflex to such an assault, I bit even harder. I could see the tears streaming down her face as I now felt a strange sensation in my groin. She had stopped twisting, and instead resorted to slowly rubbing me in a sensuous manner. I moaned again, this time louder, as I lightened up on my grip, closing my eyes to take in the feeling. This strange feeling that sent hot, twinges throughout my entire body nearly startled me. My eyes flung open as I released her, realizing I had a full blown erection. HOW was this possible? Nobody has ever been able to give me an erection! Staring at the obvious outline through my pants, I stood up abruptly. “What have you done!” I shouted at her, not wanting to look at her. This was all wrong. “I have to go” I stated quickly in an angered tone.

“You made me bleed! How COULD you hurt me like that? I was trying to help you!” she cried out, her words sounding oddly garbled. Horror washed over me as I saw the blood gushing from her mouth. OH MY GOD! I immediately dropped to my knees. “I’m SO sorry! Oh my GOD. What have I done? I didn’t know how to respond to your kissing! I’m being honest when I say I’ve never kissed anyone.” I pleaded with her as I reached for a wad of napkins on the table. As soon as I offered them to her, she slapped my hand away. “You deliberately played me, and hurt me. GET OUT!” she shrieked at the top of her lungs, causing more blood to spurt, this time landing on my shirt. I felt so horrible. I didn’t know what to say to comfort her. So many emotions were in my head, it screwed with my thinking. How was I supposed to know I’d react to her?

“No” I pleaded, not wanting to leave. “You kissed me like that, with your tongue, and I didn’t know how to react. PLEASE understand, and please don’t be angry with me” I begged as she opened the door, motioning with a stiff index finger, pointing at it as if to say GO. “Oh GOD what do I have to do to prove I’m truly sorry? I don’t want to leave. All that kissing… PLEASE! I never meant to hurt you. I LOVE you for crying out loud. Why in the world would I ever want to hurt you?!” I think these words shocked both of us. I guess I sort of knew all along that I did love her, just not like that, or at least I thought I didn’t love her that way. I didn’t know what to think anymore. My head was starting to pound as my heart ached for her. I handed her more napkins, trying to let me help her stop the bleeding. It was no use. I must have punctured a vein under her tongue or something. The blood just kept gushing.

Tears freely fell down my cheeks in shame and sorrow. I really did love her and never meant for any of this to happen. I had to get her to the hospital, and quick. If she lost too much blood, it could be fatal. Like a fool, I drove 90 miles per hour to a hospital three minutes away. Thank God she lived in the city, otherwise – I didn’t even want to think about the otherwise. All I wanted was for her to stop bleeding, and to accept my apologies. I started to fear I damaged what we’ve had in the past. I didn’t want her hurt or angry with me. She was too important to me. Even though I’ve never really expressed it (I suck with words), she was one of the most important people in my life, and I honestly didn’t know what I would do without her.

More tears fell as I slammed the car into park at the front doors of the emergency room. With lightning speed, I rushed to her side of the vehicle and opened the door for her, offering a helping hand, trying to reach out for her elbow. Unfortunately, she jerked away, running to the desk, pointing at her mouth. Without question, the emergency staff immediately took us into a room and started their procedure. First came the needle filled with a local anesthetic, then a team of doctors to try and repair the damage I had done. As I felt her pain, physical and emotional, I broke down in front of the whole team while they cauterized the veins under her tongue, packing her mouth with gauze once they were finished. The whole procedure took about 25 minutes.

Soon, she was resting. Then, I was dragged into an office closest to her room. I was immediately accused of assault, among other things. I tried explaining what had happened, along with offering my weird circumstances, attempting to make them believe I was telling the truth. “How many times do I have to say that I love her?” I nearly shouted. I could see from the distance, through the glass windows that separated her from me, that she had heard me. Tears rolled from her closed eyes.

“Your relationship with this woman obviously needs work. You certainly don’t seem the type to even be in a relationship with anyone, let alone this poor thing. How you could have done such a thing when she offered herself to you is beyond my comprehension. You really should seek some sort of counseling before continuing any kind of contact with her. I suggest you send a lot of flowers in the meantime” was the stern lecture I received while my poor friend rested.

All I could do was nod in defeated agreement.