Loverman (aka: Loserman) finally came back to me on July 3rd, 2021
I don’t know why… maybe because I finally gave up on Alaska (Meet: Alaska)… maybe because I was finally able to have gratitude for his part in my life… maybe because water is finally under the bridge…
Maybe it has nothing to do with me and he came to a point in his life he could finally accept my love…
No matter what, I am so grateful 😇
I am so thankful for my wonderful friends!
As soon as he heard that my Lil Bear was stolen, my skate buddy “B” fixed up his car for me to drive to Dallas for our skate party.
Another skate friend offered to take my other car, Breezy, for the weekend so I wouldn’t have to worry about it getting taken or tampered with.
And Mr. Nice Guy said that he would stop by and look in on our lovely Kitty one of the days we were gone.
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After I asked Mick to please stop because I feared for my and my family’s safety, he opened the proverbial flood gates.
It was like he had spent the past couple of days constructing hateful notes to me and then sent them all as soon as I re-engaged.
The first was his flippant comment email:
That sounds pretty threatening.
I’m sending you the other stuff that I have written. And then it will be turned over to the psychiatrist I spoke of in my other writings as evidence should you do something crazy to get your way.
Threatening?
Should *I* do something crazy?!?!
Am I missing something here?
After that, he sent three more.
So, I still haven’t told you about my two weekend whirlwind romance with Mr. Dreamboat. You know, the one who proposed on our first date?
For some reason or another, I’ve been putting it off. Not because it was bad or anything, but as it drifts further into my past, the less I remember so I best get to this…
Okay, I left off with our first Saturday morning together and his marriage proposal… From there I had a regular Saturday: grocery shopping, hanging out with my daughters and roller skating with my crew Saturday night.
Dreamboat asked me to come to his place and spend the night with him after skating. I mentioned that I would need a shower and would be famished. His response was, “When you get here just let yourself in. I’ll probably already be in the shower. And I’ll make sure there’s plenty to eat.”
What a sweetheart!
It wasn’t long after I started messing around with Alaska that I had a painful realization about my “relationship” with my father.
I think it was at the end of the very first night he really spanked me hard and marked me.
As he was holding me in his arms and my ass was glowing red, I started to cry.
I couldn’t remember the last time my father touched me.
In fact, I struggled to remember if he ever had.
That’s probably when I started getting attached.
But Alaska wasn’t emotionally available.
I spent Valentine’s Day weekend in Phoenix for my 2nd Sk8cation.
The drive was amazing. I took an extra day of driving both ways so I wouldn’t have any problems.
On the way there I went into and through the gorgeous mountains! The check engine light came on in Lil Bear and I started to worry. In my head, I panicked a little, but rationalized things out and started thinking of a plan.
This year I wasn’t going to do much of anything for Thanksgiving. Doom-n-Gloom and Thing #2 are going to a friend’s house and Thing #1 will be working.
I mentioned it briefly when I was over at Alaska’s house Tuesday night.
Wednesday afternoon I got the sweetest phone call. It was Alaska calling to ask if I would like to come over and spend Thanksgiving with his family and their friends.
I’ve already met some of his family and I thought it would be an interesting change from my normal quiet 4-person holiday…
With a family much different than the one I came from…
We talked about it for a minute and I accepted his invitation.
Smitten with Him 