(Trigger warning for talk of suicidal thoughts and sex. Not at the same time…)
We’re doing better now. Kit’s not hanging around much anymore, but I’m not really surprised by that.
I never thought I’d be the one running the show for longer than an evening, but everyone seems to have decided I should indefinitely, especially after this weekend.
Let me explain a bit.
We got a surprising amount of support after Friday.
Partly from my mother and Texas, who sweetly made sure I wasn’t left to my own devices for long after the Friday night disaster.
Texas was mad at me for not calling or texting her, but when I explained that though I was technically suicidal, my true goal of that night was just getting drugged enough to not feel emotions. Which is what happened. She wasn’t happy, but she forgave me. She doesn’t normally do that, so I was floored. And much nicer to her than I usually am, not usually being a “girl’s girl” myself.
However, due to the fact that it’s been a long time since I’ve taken that many narcotics, I was extremely sick/hungover most of Saturday morning and fought nausea, shaking, and dizziness for most of the day. I managed though, and by the evening was completely fine.
Well enough, in fact, to help run a Halloween-related booth at a local downtown Halloween store event. It was fun and healing to enjoy my favorite holiday.
Then Sunday I went to lunch with my mother and Texas and just talked about life, men, friends, careers, and girly crap. It was great. Strange that I enjoyed it. Rika and Roms think I’m evolving or something. Fuck if I know.
I also got constant texts from Army throughout the weekend. Starting Friday night, actually. I didn’t reply until Saturday due to my state-of-mind, but we chatted amicably Saturday morning. Then in a rare moment of emotional-mental-semi-psychic/understanding, he figured out something was bothering me Saturday afternoon.
Being that Army and Jeff are very good friends, I didn’t elaborate. That wouldn’t be fair. And despite being told otherwise, I do care about and respect Jeff enough to not fuck-up friendships.
Army was a bit upset that I wouldn’t talk to him about it, but when I explained vaguely that it had to do with Jeff and I didn’t want to be unfair to their friendship, he understood.
Then he started pestering me Sunday to hang out. After Monday night, I wasn’t sure if that was a good idea, but when I said I was going to see “Hotel Transylvania” with Texas and her boyfriend, he said he’d love to join us.
I was surprised, to say the least.
First of all, Army is not really into hanging out with other people, especially couples. Secondly, he isn’t a big fan of animated movies.
I pressed him on why he was so insistent, and he said he just wanted to spend time with me. This again, surprised me. This weekend was just Surprise Central, obviously.
The movie was good. A father-daughter movie, which made me a bit uncomfortable, but still enjoyable. I had ridden to the theatre with Texas, so as we were leaving, I mentioned this to Army and he said he’d be happy to take me home.
We ended up making a detour to my mother’s law firm….because…ahem, despite my “evolving”, I’m still Charlotte. And there wasn’t really anywhere else private for Army and I at 10pm on a Sunday. And I have keys to the small office and knew no one was going to be there.
I learned a couple things.
First of all, desk-sex is not as easy as porn and erotica would have you believe.
And floor sex is effin’ painful. My back is killing me and I have rugburns in places a woman should not have rugburns.
And Army did this thing that…normally would have me uber-triggered (I won’t elaborate), but actually didn’t bother me at all. If anything, I enjoyed it.
I never thought time with Army would be healing. We actually spent most of the time just talking.
He was kind about the recent cuts on my thigh, which in the past he’s flipped out about. I talked about some of my insecurities and all the ways I’m obviously a fuck-up and not a normal woman. I talked a bit about James The Stranger.
He spent way more time that I thought he ever would in reassuring me that there’s nothing wrong with me not being able to do a lot of normal emotional things, and certainly nothing wrong with me physically (see Victoria??).
He only lectured me on driving into the middle of nowhere unsafely when it came to James. When I joked about wishing he’d just murdered me in his creepy house in the middle of nowhere, Army got angry. But then…he actually read my body language and emotional distress, and comforted me instead. It’s like he’s possessed by an alien.
Afterwards, we went to Shadow Dragon’s. He was supposed to just drop me off, but he said he really wanted to see Zoe if he could. I hesitated, as I don’t like being a rude roommate and having people over without warning.
But Zoe is our weakness, so I caved and let him in, making him promise to be quiet. Zoe was ecstatic to see him, which made me smile. They played outside and then we sat on the couch together and talked a little bit more.
It’s been such a long time since I’ve actually just talked to Army. Since before…yeah. I even mentioned the whole miscarriage thing being part of what had me so depressed lately and he showed a surprisingly caring side. I don’t want to talk about it in too much detail. It was private and my moment and I don’t want to share it with the others.
The moment it’s written about in this blog, all the others have access to it.
I dunno why I feel possessive about Army. I suppose to be fair, he’s always been mostly “my relationship”. Kit and Audrey handled him for moments at a time, but it was usually me that spent time with him.
I just never thought I’d get so touchy-feely that I’d need some sort of healing. And I never, ever thought he’d be the best one to provide it.