"This Is how I see Z cooking!" |
Monday started normal enough. Arba'ah took me to therapy. Yup I am still seeing "Shrinky Dink" once to twice a month. Doc says I am making "progress" confronting my demons.
Currently writing a dark story, lots of violence borrowing from life. Doc doesn't let me "get away" with using soft words. "Trauma is ugly kid. It is natural to want to run from it. That's NOT what we are here for."
Anyway, NORMALLY after a session Arba'ah and I go out for a hot dog. High sodium comfort food. This time he was in a big rush. He told me I had to be good, he had a special client to meet. I wasn't surprised pulling into the Airport, a lot of business does get done there.
My head is still buzzing from the club, another first. Zahir took me to my first GAY CLUB!!!!! I have said before clubs are not my thing. TOTALLY different vibe. We spent much of the night on the floor. Every time I drew unwanted (too much) attention he hustled me off the dance floor. "Baby needs rest."
It was not lost on me we were on the floor for every slow dance. I love how he holds me. We just got back to the Hotel. We are going to leave the day after the parade Saturday. I think this is HIS first. I'll be gentle. ππ
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