It's going to be hell for me. I try to not care, but my mind won't let me. I feel sick at the thought and would maybe feel better if I was shown some affection. Plus the other is very indiscreet and crows from the rooftops. If I worked it all out from just a few words, I imagine others can as well.
And here, we ALL know that discretion is the better part of valour, don't we.
Same room, respect and fun, fine. But this...the Valium gets me through the day. At night, I will be tortured by images I have no wish to see. I understand his reasoning, his need to sow his previously shy seeds, but it makes it no easier, especially when ones face is rubbed in it by the crowing female.
Everyday, I wish I had no heart. Foolish me.
Lilith x
