SomethingCatchy
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Joined: 7/29/2008 Status: offline
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This month has turned to crap very fast. My boy took leave to visit me and go camping. I had all these grand plans of outdoor bondage, torture, and other very nice things. The night he got there, my roommate decided to open my door while drunk and caught us doing the deed. No big deal, but then it just spiraled out of control. Last week we went camping for two days because I just wasn't in the mood to deal with anything. Nothing happened between us except some bad moods. I took my two dogs, the loves of my life, and they ran off. I haven't heard any word of them from animal shelters or vets in the area and the national park we were in is about five hours away. It's my fault they ran off because I wasn't watching them like a hawk (I'm a fanatic about keeping my dogs safe). I'm dealing with the guilt of being stupid and not loving them enough. I was in a bad mood after they ran off and I wanted to go home. We got a late start out, I slipped on a rock while crossing a stream and smacked my head on another rock, hurt my knee, he had to drag me out of the forest. I was wet and cold and muddy and in a generally bad mood. I got back to find someone had kicked my locked door in, broken the door frame, and seemed to have gone through my stuff. I was pissed, threatened to call the cops on my roommate, and then I got evicted. I'm not even sure why, except that I was pissed. My boy thinks it's because they wanted to have a party house and I was in the way. I try not to think about it. I moved in with my boy, but I'm dealing with the guilt of living with him. I feel that I need to be supporting myself, which I am capable of, but he's made it clear he sees it as his responsibility to support me in whatever way he can. I'm currently looking for a job here in SC. So, needless to say, I am not in the mood for anything kink related. I can't even get sufficiently warmed up for sex without stalling out. I break out in tears over my dogs, I'm frustrated at my situation, and I'm alone in the house until I find a job while he's at work. I have ever confidence that I'll be okay, and I have the means to support myself. But it's just so frustrating. All of it. I see someone in the complex walking their dog, and I just about come unglued. Where are my babies? Are they okay? One is a pit bull... is she dead because of her breed? Did someone steal her and they're trying to force her to fight? I heard a gun shot about two hours after they ran off. Are they still alive? My boy wants to go out and do things. Take a walk, go for a hike, whatever just to get me out of the house but I can't help but think "I wish I had my girls to go walking with" or "My girls would love to run around in this forest." He's been so helpful and supportive and I'm extremely grateful for him, but just as soon as I feel better, I feel bad again. Does anyone have any advice on how to get out of such a terrible slump?
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