Quickie update.

Period came yesterday, as expected, despite my extreme paranoia. That means pill began yesterday too, so no more worries from here on out, or here on in, rather. IUD is planned for next month. The camels the "IUD" (in the form of a peach pit) was first used on couldn't cross their fingers so neither will I. All is well there.

My husband and I are really close, that's why we fell in love, because we liked each other so much. We are best friends. Our relationship is about making love, clothed or not. Know what I mean? So when he fucks up it hurts. I came to the conclusion that the drinking isn't what upsets me. That is his to come to terms with. It is the dishonesty I can't live with. We discussed this, and he absolutely knows I wish him the best, with me or not. When the lie is removed the drinking stands alone, a rather pitiful sight according to him, which is good.

I have this journal thingy he knows about but doesn't read. Is that dishonest? Nope. This is my diary of sorts, and there are some people I wouldn't care to have reading it. Him? I think he has too much respect for my privacy. Not that you guys don't. JS is just special that way.