Thanks for staying with me/us here.
I've also some erotica shortly. Afterall, big Santa is coming to town.
He’s making decisions for us now? Me: “K.”
Dude: “Are you mad? You seem mad. Getting a weird vibe here.”
Me: “No. I'm just not going to argue or fight with you. I prefer your not making decisions for us, that’s all. Want to get out for a walk at least. I know you’re at work, honey. We’ll talk about it when you come over, okay? *sticky sweet GIF here*”
Dude: “Yes, we do need to talk. I feel like you’ve been mad at me all day and I haven’t done anything wrong. I’ll be honest, I might not come over.”
Whoa. I panicked. Me: “What just happened? I haven’t said anything blaming. You DIDN’T do anything wrong. I explained why I'm being brief. See the lovey thing I added. I can’t make you come over. But I’ll be extremely upset if you don’t. I'm already in deep. You have my heart. If you are going to run away when we have problems, this can’t work.”
Dude: “We’ll be okay. I want you and your heart. I’ll be over at 6pm.”
Would Dude Three and I be okay?
To be continued.