Another great story in the midst of the love triangle involved a night with Sabrina. Aimee was there too but she wasn't really into the moment that night. So, we're all back at my dad's condo, just kind of hanging out. I gripped up a bottle and we got a little drink on. Once we were all good and buzzed up, we started goofing around down in the kitchen. Sabrina hopped up on my back and clung to my neck, not thinking about it I swung her around and knocked a hole in the wall with her foot. We laughed it off and moved on for the rest of the night.
A week after I dumped my boyfriend, I had two dates lined up with two different men. After the Aussie was a complete flop, there was the drummer. The drummer, I had high hopes for. We had been talking for a week prior to our date, I’d found out his previous three relationships had been friends with benefits… so clearly this guy knew his way around a woman’s body if three separate girls had kept him around for just that soul purpose. He boasted about his enjoyment of going down on women, which was exciting as my ex didn’t exactly enjoy it. Plus, drummers know how to keep a rhythm… if you know what I mean.
One-part promethazine; two-parts Vicodin; four-parts cannabis~ I'm out like a light… physically. But like the embers that burn after a freshly dead fire, I thrive within. I may have trouble typing my words, but in my mind, I dance amongst my thoughts. I am their queen, dressed in wisdom and silk; I control their destiny. I control what may be shared, I control what can never escape.
Let's face it, love is dangerous. We are essentially handing our heart over to someone we are more than likely still getting to know, and we are trusting them NOT to make us regret our decision. The truth is, when you're heavily involved in another person, you tend to make excuses when their actions don't live up to the expectation. You start to rationalize their actions, you tell yourself that you're overreacting or that they will change. Is it our own inability to admit that our trust was misplaced, or are we just so invested in the idea of love that we are willing to make it work even when we are unhappy? Whatever the case may be, many of us end up tolerating abusive or manipulative behavior without even realizing it.