A while ago, I told a guy I had been talking to on the phone and texting/IMing (we never met in person/we met on OKC) with that I was no longer interested. In our early conversations, he told me all of the compliments I’d never heard and all of the ones I’d always wanted to hear. He made me feel like I could always depend on him to make me happy. Like he was the only way for me to feel that happiness. I think that was deliberate. He told me early on (a week after we started talking) he loved me and wanted to marry me, despite barely knowing anything about me.
He’d gotten more disturbing with each discussion and each one made me more scared about if I would be safe around him. I had to tell him I felt exactly like he did (ie I loved him) or that I cared more for him than he did for me or he’d suggest I didn’t care. I also had to describe sex acts that I wasn’t interested in so he could get off. If I said I wasn’t interested in something he would tell me that I would be when we met and that we would do it then.
Our last phone call, he described wanting to choke me during sex. It didn’t sound like kink related choking. It sounded a bit more threatening. I knew I needed to walk away, so I tried to.
A couple of weeks after I first said I was no longer interested in talking to him, he IMed me. I had to explain (again) why I wanted to end our conversations. After I did, he told me that he still felt horny. I told him that knowledge made me uncomfortable. He asked if I would do him a favor and I said yes, even though I wanted to walk away. He wanted me to sext with him one last time. I didn’t want to, but I felt like I owed him something. And I worried that if I didn’t that he would come find me. (I still think that sometimes.) So I briefly did/said what he wanted.
And I cried while I did it.
I finished describing whatever fantasy he wanted me to describe and I wanted to scream and vomit. Ever since my mood has been worse, I want to avoid people more, and I just feel like some part of me broke. I’ve only told my two best friends. I can’t tell my family or the guy I’ve been casually seeing (aka having sex with). They would probably be supportive, but the idea of telling them scares me.
I feel like it’s my fault and that I’m being ridiculous because what happened wasn’t something that physically violated me. I know violating emotional boundaries is still a big deal. I just can’t convince my brain because I feel like what I went through shouldn’t be doing this to me. But it is. And I don’t know what I should do. He didn’t break the law. I’ve blocked him online. I wouldn’t answer any calls and told my parents not to answer his calls if he made them. But there’s not much more I could do.
My mom has decided I’m manic.1 Her basis for this decision is that I’m grumpy and I have been trouble sleeping.
I’m grumpy because I feel bad. I feel bad because I’ve had a bad fever & stressed headache for a week, had my (weeks late) period for almost two weeks and was spotting for almost a whole week before that, and been nauseated and have had a messed up appetite for three months. I’ve also had heartburn and reflux that’s still acting pretty badass after 80mg of Prilosec and 2-3 doses of four Maximum Strength Gaviscon tablets per day. And the nausea and headaches aren’t helped by waking up to the smell of tuna or Vienna sausages, which my father loves to eat for breakfast.2 Oh, and there’s the whole continuous injuries and continuous family drama. After all of that, I’m allowed to be grumpy. And the heartburn, injuries, and headaches are enough to mess up my sleep.
So, no, I’m not manic. I just feel like shit lately. And I’m expected to do everything that I would do if I felt well without complaint. And the longer I go without bitching, the more likely I am to go into a massive bitchfest. And I always suppress my bitching because it’s not just expected but because I don’t want to say things that would upset people.
It doesn’t help my mood/general bitchiness that I haven’t had therapy in a few months. I tend to start having freak out fests when I miss too much therapy.3
Captivated by You by Sylvia Day
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
It’s the people you love who hurt you the most. This could be a good way to sum up the “plot” of the book and a good way to explain how this book was really disappointing.
This is one of my favorite series and authors, so it would be fair to say that I expect a lot from these books. This book did not deliver. It would have been more acceptable in a series I wasn’t a fan of or an author that I didn’t expect more from, but from Day? This book just wasn’t up to snuff.
Switching between the perspectives of Gideon and Eva was, shockingly, not that bad. That part was done well, but I did feel like Day hadn’t really thought out Gideon’s perspective on everything. His chapters felt less developed and some of the word choices during them (i.e. the continued use of lush to describe Eva’s curves) did drag things down a bit.
My biggest issue with the book was that it lacked a real plot. There was no real sense of purpose in the book. I knew in the beginning that despite their doubts Gideon and Eva would still be together in the end. I knew that they would get through their big obstacles. But I didn’t expect there to be as much of a cop-out in developing a real story. Gideon and Eva are both stormy characters and, even in the most dramatic of scenes, they were really weak in this book. There was no real bite in either of them.
I hate suggesting that she didn’t put enough effort into the story, but that is how it came across. Maybe she felt rushed or maybe she just needed to get certain plot points out before the next book, so she was just setting up the next one. I do know that I was very disappointed by it. I don’t know what exactly led to this book and the drop in quality, but I’m hoping that the next book makes up for it.
I would like to note that for anyone with a history of being abused or who is triggered by such things that this book has very graphic descriptions of sexual abuse. If that is something that might impact you personally, you might want to stay away for that reason. Also there is some casual mentioning of self-harm
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My mom once told me that I was cute and I was pretty, but I wasn’t truly beautiful or attractive. This was one of the things that stuck with me over the years in a negative way. I’ve been able to move past it lately. I feel pretty, cute, beautiful, and attractive. I’ve even felt downright sexy with certain people who shall remain nameless. But, basically, my self-esteem in that area is up.
The other night1 she told me that I wouldn’t be a good mom someday. Her reasoning was that when I get upset with Amy for things like peeing on the couch that I “ignore” Amy. I recognize myself getting upset and I tell my parents to take care of her/keep an eye on her for a little while, while I calm down. I don’t yell at her. I just take a break. I pointed this out and my mom said, “With a kid, you can’t do that.” When she said this, I pointed out that as a child, she would put me in a playpen, leave the room entirely AND make sure the door was shut when she would get upset.2 I almost pointed out to my father, who was agreeing with her, that he had a bit of temper and tends to lose control of it, that maybe my handing off for a little while and cooling down isn’t the worst reaction to have.
And I realized that she was sort of moving on to my next insecurity.3 If the appearance thing doesn’t bother me as much as it used to, then she has to have something to give me a hard time about. I don’t even know if she realizes that she is doing it or why she does it, but I don’t particularly appreciate it.4 I can’t exactly bring it up with her because that would lead to an argument, which would lead to a “I’m so aggrieved” speech by her and a rehashing of everything that has ever gone wrong in this family. Quite frankly, I just don’t want to deal with that, so I just try to smile and not pay attention to this sort of thing.
I know I still have issues that I need to work on. I admit that. I also know that it’s possible that I wouldn’t be a good mom, but I don’t think it’s appropriate for her to decide to bring me down like this.
Anatomy of a Single Girl by Daria Snadowsky
My rating: 2 of 5 stars
There are some books in life that you know your life is better because of. This isn’t one of those books. To be honest, I probably wouldn’t have read this book if I hadn’t checked it out at the same time as I checked out the first book in the series. I didn’t like that book and I didn’t like the continuation of the neurotic drama that is Dominique Baylor’s sex life.
Like with the first book, everything was clinical. I know that Dom wants to be a doctor, but it almost felt like the author was trying to give the readers a sexual health lesson. It also had the tone of “we’re going to explore casual sexual relationships, but if you have them, then your life may be vapid/meaningless”.
Another repeating theme was the obsession with appearance. I know that Dom is 18 and that is a big emotional thing for an eighteen year old girl, so maybe it could get a bit of a pass. The big exception I have with giving it that pass is that it seemed to imply that because Dom was now at a lower weight than she was before that she was smarter and more worthy of praise than she was at the higher weight. It might give readers the idea that people who are bigger are less intelligent or less deserving of respect. It focuses on judging a person based upon their body alone and that’s a very dangerous path for thoughts to take.
The characters within the book are annoying. Well, there aren’t really any other characters than Dom. Sure, she’s staying at her parents’ apartment, she’s with Guy, she talks about Cal, and she has conversations with Amy, but it feels like everything has to center on pleasing Dom. With her very neurotic personality, it’s impossible to please her, so there are around 225 pages of Dom just whining. She’s a horrible friend. She’s extremely judgmental of anyone who doesn’t bend to her ideas. She regularly disparages Amy’s sex life (again) and continues on her sex-negativity even as she uses Guy as a sex toy for the Summer. She would actually judge Amy for simply talking to or flirting with a guy because (to Dom) this behavior is something that should happen between two people who are working towards getting married and having lots of babies one day. And when she realizes that this outcome isn’t going to happen with Guy, what does she do? She doesn’t stay away from him. She uses him to get off. He doesn’t sacrifice the cutesy stuff in the relationship to have sex, she does. And when he wants to do other stuff, she’s controlling and manipulative. It’s really like she becomes this huge train-wreck of a character.
The writing in this book wasn’t horrible, but it was worse than the first book. There was little actual insight and there was no real entertainment value. Because it wasn’t a complete suckfest, I’m still going to go with two stars, but it just barely earned that second star.
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Life is so much harder than it seems like it should be. The things that should be instinctual aren’t always. For example, dating. It seems like a straightforward thing. Two or more people like each other. They hang out. They kiss. They have sex. Simple stuff. It should all be straightforward for you.
But it isn’t.
You know how you feel about the other person, but you don’t know how they feel about you. And if you’re prone to anxiety1 or shy2 or insecure3 or me4 , trying to figure out what to do can be an emotionally draining experience. And you don’t know how to figure out how to deal with the situation. You can ask friends5 or Google it6, but the only way to find out for sure is to ask the other party. This means you have to make yourself extremely vulnerable and expose what just might drive someone you like as far away from you as possible. This is risky. And only you can determine if it’s worth the risk.7
The willingness to put yourself out there in this way is scary and even more emotionally taxing. But you do it anyway. Then you wait. Or I wait.8 And that’s more stressful, but it’s better than sitting on your hands wondering what the fuck is going on.
Why can’t it be easier?
There isn’t an easy way to say, “Hey, I really like you and I want to know if you like me the same way. I want to know if there’s more to us than just smushing body parts together. I don’t need a ring or a specific number of dates with your or anything. I just want to know that if one of us is having a bad that we can call the other one and cheer that person up. And I want to know that if we’re smushing our parts together and we don’t have a condom or the condom suffers some kind of catastrophic failure that we don’t have to worry about going and getting STD checks because we’re only smushing with each other.”910
Why doesn’t that way exist?
It should exist.
It would make things easier.
Or maybe it would make things harder, because they might not like you enough to do more than the kissing and the sex. And how do you deal with that? Is it okay to keep going in a situation like that? What if you want more? Do you leave it, even if the sex is good and you really like the other person, if they end up saying they will never give you more?
Why can’t there just be an easy way to deal with this kind of stuff?