Love will show us the way

There is nothing inside me, tonight, that wants to come out in the form of poems.

I am pissed off that my dear lady is three hours late in appearing at my door. The last that I heard from her, around 6 pm, when she was supposed to be here at five pm, was that, "A man from The Church had dropped by with another man," and she was using them to do some heavy lifting for her.

I don't like being blown off, and could care fucking less that the man was from "The Church." Does she not think that men from the church sin also, murder, rape, steal? I am debating not answering the door when she finally shows up, let her sit on the porch and phone me to no avail, and then drive the half hour drive back to her home. I mean my fucking time is as important as hers; isn't it?

I am supposed to start living in sin with this woman the first of next month. Am I suited to couple?

I blew up at Love. What is all this horseshit that I preach on my page about restraint of tongue, and pen? When I feel that I have been wronged I go off like a double barreled shot gun, and then I have to pay the repercussions of my own behavior. Lord, guide me in situations like this.


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I waited around, tonight, for three and a half hours because some man "from the church" showed up at my significant other's door, as she was, supposedly, getting ready to come see me. "I'll be there around five," she had said. It's 8:30, and she just called to say that the man, and his non-church buddy, just left. You must be fucking kidding me.

"I didn't want to be rude," she said, and I said, "What about me? You were fucking rude to me to leave me waiting around three, and a half hours."

She really had nothing else to say about that except that maybe she wasn't coming over. I hung up on her, and didn't answer the phone the number of times that she dialed my number. Stay home. I'm not really in the mood for company now anyway.

I waited around, tonight, for three and a half hours because some man "from the church" showed up at my significant other's door, as she was, supposedly, getting ready to come see me. "I'll be there around five," she had said. It's 8:30, and she just called to say that the man, and his non-church buddy, just left. You must be fucking kidding me.

"I didn't want to be rude," she said, and I said, "What about me? You were fucking rude to me to leave me waiting around three, and a half hours."

She really had nothing else to say about that except that maybe she wasn't coming over. I hung up on her, and didn't answer the phone the number of times that she dialed my number. Stay home. I'm not really in the mood for company now anyway.

I don't react well to threats, be they from a boss at work, or from a lover. If a boss says, "I will fire you, if you don't produce," I will quit on him. If a lover threatens that she will, "go home," instead of coming over to my home, I let her go home. It is pretty simple, really. I grew up with threats; eighteen years of them from my father, and threats in the school yard that I was not equipped to retaliate to. I am, now, equipped to deal with threats.

I don't react well to threats, be they from a boss at work, or from a lover. If a boss says, "I will fire you, if you don't produce," I will quit on him. If a lover threatens that she will, "go home," instead of coming over to my home, I let her go home. It is pretty simple, really. I grew up with threats; eighteen years of them from my father, and threats in the school yard that I was not equipped to retaliate to. I am, now, equipped to deal with threats.

I blew up at Love. What is all this horseshit that I preach on my page about restraint of tongue, and pen? When I feel that I have been wronged I go off like a double barreled shot gun, and then I have to pay the repercussions of my own behavior. Lord, guide me in situations like this.

What is more important: her carpet or my kitty litter box? I know that it is an imposition to move in with my cats, but what can I do. I love these two animals: Kobain, and Jaggar, and they have a great affection for me. I am sure that this will, somehow, work itself out. Love will show us the way.

Is it wise for a woman to let a bi-polar man move into her house. I am pretty stable, but there are moments when I can be unreasonable, and she is a fairly emotional woman, prone to cyring outbursts. Love will show us the way.