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Blowing Things Out of Proportion
Jan. 19th, 2007 06:39 am
This afternoon, when I first got up, Rob came running out of his room & grabbed me around the hips. It hurt. Not just the sudden smacking pressure on my tender hips, but also his ragged nails digging into my skin. I snapped at him & he had the nerve to get all huffy, muttering something about how he was trying to be a naked Viking raiding party.
At first, I was going to let it go. But yanno, the more I thought about it, the more annoyed I got. He hurt me & then had the nerve to get huffy. So when he came out of the bathroom after his morning ablutions, I layed into him. He's been acting grabby lately, constantly smacking my ass, groping me, pinching my nipples & then this morning's (well, afternoon's) assault on my hips was just too fucking much irritating physical abuse. We're not on the same sex wave, mainly because I seem to have completely lost my sex drive somewhere, but damn. I feel like every time he touches me I'm running a gauntlet through a bunch of horny grabby stupid teenaged boys, not like I'm about to share something intimate with a grown man. Pain is fine in the proper sexual context, but he's gotten completely disrespectful.
He went & trimmed his nails. I doubt he'll keep them short, though.
He's been conscientiously avoiding touching me altogether all day, and I'm fine with that right now. A couple of weeks ago I had to ask him to stop coming up behind me & kissing the back of my shoulder. That was just too creepy-feeling for me to handle. I'm going to need to see a pshrink of some kind soon, but it's a complete hassle, & by the time I can go through all the red tape to make the arrangements through my insurance to get mental health care, they'd probably need to commit me.
I had to drop the drumming class. My right knee is actually too bad for dancing or stairs. It's funny, really - all the bad news about my knees is a relief because it's not all in my head. I was honestly expecting the MRI to come back clean, or to only reinforce that I had tearing in my left ligaments. Hopefully there'll be a shift bid soon & I can get off Sundays again :P
At first, I was going to let it go. But yanno, the more I thought about it, the more annoyed I got. He hurt me & then had the nerve to get huffy. So when he came out of the bathroom after his morning ablutions, I layed into him. He's been acting grabby lately, constantly smacking my ass, groping me, pinching my nipples & then this morning's (well, afternoon's) assault on my hips was just too fucking much irritating physical abuse. We're not on the same sex wave, mainly because I seem to have completely lost my sex drive somewhere, but damn. I feel like every time he touches me I'm running a gauntlet through a bunch of horny grabby stupid teenaged boys, not like I'm about to share something intimate with a grown man. Pain is fine in the proper sexual context, but he's gotten completely disrespectful.
He went & trimmed his nails. I doubt he'll keep them short, though.
He's been conscientiously avoiding touching me altogether all day, and I'm fine with that right now. A couple of weeks ago I had to ask him to stop coming up behind me & kissing the back of my shoulder. That was just too creepy-feeling for me to handle. I'm going to need to see a pshrink of some kind soon, but it's a complete hassle, & by the time I can go through all the red tape to make the arrangements through my insurance to get mental health care, they'd probably need to commit me.
I had to drop the drumming class. My right knee is actually too bad for dancing or stairs. It's funny, really - all the bad news about my knees is a relief because it's not all in my head. I was honestly expecting the MRI to come back clean, or to only reinforce that I had tearing in my left ligaments. Hopefully there'll be a shift bid soon & I can get off Sundays again :P
