I spoke to R. yesterday. His voice sounded familiar ... but the feelings (neither love nor hurt) didn't churn inside my stomach until they turned to hurt or anger. We just talked and then hung up, like friends do.
I went to a writer's group for the first time last night and absolutely loved it. It was great to be among other creative types and also to hear some really good work. Mostly it was great to have others hear my writing and say ... "Wow" and sincerely mean it. It was a good boost for me.
I'm doing some recovery writing work around my stepfather and that seems to be going well. When I know it is time for me to sit down with it, I feel a little scattered and try to distract myself with other things ... but at the moment, it's at least not sex with strangers. To be completely honest, I do have someone I am talking to daily, developing a friendship with that will likely be sexual during the times that he is in town, which is about once a month.
Whenever I am in these types of relationships I know I separate myself from my husband, not to mention the higher power that guides me in all my life's choices.
Maybe I’m Regaining a Religion
6 years ago
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Hang in there, Rae. Glad the writer's workshop went well. Sounds like great fun and a wonderful creative outlet.
Keep your higher power in plain sight...and keep up with the writing. I love what you write.
isn't bad developing new friendships...at least you could manage it and control it not to fall down again. You are doing great an yes, writing is tiring but having all your feelings and emotions jotted down really help!
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