Frustration

[rowangolightly]

I know it was just a matter of being spoiled by seeing him day in and day out for better than a week in a row, but why am I now missing Bruce almost unbearably after only a day apart? Because I don't know when I'll next be with him - silly as that is - but there is no logic at all where love is concerned. And then having him tell me of another instance where her family succeeds in abusing him and successfully appealing to the basic kindness of his nature galls me all to hell! I'm not gonna tell it, because it's his to tell or not in his own way and time - but I wanna bitch slap some people so bad I just can't stand it!

And packing books (which means two bad things - breathing dust that I react to badly, and lifting more than I should for my back's health) is a sucky way to spend an evening. So after being only about 1/2 done, I'm fleeing out the the pub with the fencing group to get away from myself for awhile.

Hopefully I'll come back in a better mood.