So why in the hell am I having a problem now, with this?!
Why can't I get over some measly sub drop on my own? Why can't I see it for what it is... and get over it? My husband has plenty to worry about, he doesn't need me sulky and bitchy. And that I am.
Master even asked what was wrong and all I could manage to say is, "I don't know," which, I guess, is a step up from, "nothing," but the responsible thing to do is open my fucking mouth and tell him. I just can't. I can't admit that I can't do this on my own.
So I'm taking the easy road and doing it here, which means that by the time he reads this I will probably be over it.
I'm such a cop-out. Great. Something else to be proud of.