He went to the camp site where I got pregnant since another event was scheduled out there. Well, it’s been a really rough few weeks with my PTSD and the pregnancy making it worse… Well due to that we haven’t had sex in over a week. So tonight we cuddled up & he rocked me and held me through an anxiety attack and if led to sex. Lots of sex. I’m swollen now and it hurts to put my legs together. Oddly all the movement put baby to sleep I guess cause she FINALLY stopped beating the fuck out of my ribs, which is awesome cause now I can breathe. Baby pushes on my lungs now when she stretches.
Daddy & I have sorta been getting stale lately. We don’t go out or do things really, it was get home from work, dinner, sometimes sex, and sleep. But today & yesterday really cleared that up. It’s like it was when we first got together again. He is the only person I would ever want to spend my life with. Looking at Him now is difficult though. I keep wanting to molest Him and that would be bad because He has to get up early & I am still kinda sore from the last round >.>
This is Norman Bates. He is a sweetie pie & is also full grown at 1/2 the size of a normal cat due to malnutrition. Norman will be living with Daddy & I <3
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Everyone has a story. No one has a clean slate.
Two of those lines are from a suicide attempt & after 4 years of creams, concealers & ointments they are still there, though less in appearance i have attempted suicide 4 times since I was 13 years old. I have been beaten several times to the point of hospitalization, I have been raped 3 times on 3 separate occasions, and I have had a miscarriage among it all. But right now? Right now I am working my ass off to fix all that. To make a better relationship with my family, to have a good relationship with the Man I am deeply in love with, and I am 11 weeks pregnant. I’m not perfect, gorgeous, or brilliant. No one is. The point of this is, it gets better. As ridiculous as it sounds or as bad as it may look, it gets better.