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Jan. 11th, 2025 07:51 pmI broke up with Tucker this morning.
( It's not even a good story, just one unkindness too many )
So we're going to talk on the 16th to wrap up loose ends and decide whether we're going to try and continue some kind of contact or friendship, because he has the conference today and his tattoo on Tuesday and I go in front of the disability police (and my counselor, thank goodness) on Monday.
It's been a long time coming. It was nice to be with someone who was really poly at his core, but we don't share enough other relationship values. And his slowly distancing himself in increments without discussing it first, it's been hard. So it's time, I guess.
Of course I'm going to wonder what if things had been a little different, and of course I'm going to regret that huge long history and so much work put into it on both sides just slipping away like this. And of course I'm going to miss him.
I wish I could wish him and his girlfriend picking up norovirus at the kink conference and then having to deal with it in his one bathroom apartment but I can't. I'm just sad. I'm glad I've been doing my poem a day (I should bundle them up over here at some point) because it's been really good for me, and glad that I have some pottery teaching classes lined up. I need to reach out to some friends, I guess.
I want to go to something I can be surrounded by likeminded people I don't already know. There's a wood firing kiln workshop in Minnesota. I'm sure there are garden things around. I think firemaker is happening? There's a lot of body stuff to think about, covid and ability, for anything like that. They're all outside and camping at least.
Siri has come to tell me to rest. I'll do so. What a sad thing to have to record.
( It's not even a good story, just one unkindness too many )
So we're going to talk on the 16th to wrap up loose ends and decide whether we're going to try and continue some kind of contact or friendship, because he has the conference today and his tattoo on Tuesday and I go in front of the disability police (and my counselor, thank goodness) on Monday.
It's been a long time coming. It was nice to be with someone who was really poly at his core, but we don't share enough other relationship values. And his slowly distancing himself in increments without discussing it first, it's been hard. So it's time, I guess.
Of course I'm going to wonder what if things had been a little different, and of course I'm going to regret that huge long history and so much work put into it on both sides just slipping away like this. And of course I'm going to miss him.
I wish I could wish him and his girlfriend picking up norovirus at the kink conference and then having to deal with it in his one bathroom apartment but I can't. I'm just sad. I'm glad I've been doing my poem a day (I should bundle them up over here at some point) because it's been really good for me, and glad that I have some pottery teaching classes lined up. I need to reach out to some friends, I guess.
I want to go to something I can be surrounded by likeminded people I don't already know. There's a wood firing kiln workshop in Minnesota. I'm sure there are garden things around. I think firemaker is happening? There's a lot of body stuff to think about, covid and ability, for anything like that. They're all outside and camping at least.
Siri has come to tell me to rest. I'll do so. What a sad thing to have to record.
