Sorry... been awhile, though the end-of-year holidays can have that effect.
So yes, a lair , one's home can be a prison. I rent, a room in an old farmhouse... I live with a man and a woman - the woman owns the home.
A little background is called for, but hold on to those conservative, right-wing principles!
I met the "woman" in 1999. We met from a dating ad - the old fashioned kind where it was from a dating magazine. We hit it off, dated and moved in together. I lived her for 6 years. Best years of my life, obviously with bad days.
This woman was divorced. Her ex-husband is a fervent Baptist. They were married 20 some years and raised two children together. He could often be found reading his Bible while she worked and took care of the children. He was doing his part - "trusting in the Lord and Savior".
After 20 some years he found this woman to be absent from religion. And she is. The actions that followed are ludicrous to me, but as the story goes he discussed this with his pastor, discussed finding someone else more religious. The pastor disagreed. Didn't matter. The husband went hunting and found a mistress, once accomplished annouced he wanted a divorce.
By the time I met her she was a mess, having been in and out of odd relationships. We hit it off big-time. We had good years together, but one thing nagged at her, the fact that she had missed out on so much while married to the asshole.
The asshole who she still has a $150,000 life insurance policy for. But I'm jumping ahead.
Around 5 years into the relationship she was frustrated. She like me a lot, but thought about other guys. We discussed it. I told her, "I don't own you", but that works both ways. So we began an open relationship... she got to meet other guys, and I was lucky enough to meet another wonderful woman myself. Wonderful until she found out, when I asked her, if she was okay with pot, and that was a year later... it had never come up. She freaked! Asked me to leave and I did.
Meanwhile this woman ends up meeting the guy she's with now. We become friend and she buys this old farmhouse. The next several years are great, then the Great Recession hits home. It's almost 5 years my lair is my sacred place and my prison. Oh, I work, am gone a lot, but coming home it not great.
So I'm looking at my age, to buy a house. Time to move out.
A daunting task.
Oh, yeah... almost forgot. The notion of an "Open Relationships"? They don't work, they suck.
So yes, a lair , one's home can be a prison. I rent, a room in an old farmhouse... I live with a man and a woman - the woman owns the home.
A little background is called for, but hold on to those conservative, right-wing principles!
I met the "woman" in 1999. We met from a dating ad - the old fashioned kind where it was from a dating magazine. We hit it off, dated and moved in together. I lived her for 6 years. Best years of my life, obviously with bad days.
This woman was divorced. Her ex-husband is a fervent Baptist. They were married 20 some years and raised two children together. He could often be found reading his Bible while she worked and took care of the children. He was doing his part - "trusting in the Lord and Savior".
After 20 some years he found this woman to be absent from religion. And she is. The actions that followed are ludicrous to me, but as the story goes he discussed this with his pastor, discussed finding someone else more religious. The pastor disagreed. Didn't matter. The husband went hunting and found a mistress, once accomplished annouced he wanted a divorce.
By the time I met her she was a mess, having been in and out of odd relationships. We hit it off big-time. We had good years together, but one thing nagged at her, the fact that she had missed out on so much while married to the asshole.
The asshole who she still has a $150,000 life insurance policy for. But I'm jumping ahead.
Around 5 years into the relationship she was frustrated. She like me a lot, but thought about other guys. We discussed it. I told her, "I don't own you", but that works both ways. So we began an open relationship... she got to meet other guys, and I was lucky enough to meet another wonderful woman myself. Wonderful until she found out, when I asked her, if she was okay with pot, and that was a year later... it had never come up. She freaked! Asked me to leave and I did.
Meanwhile this woman ends up meeting the guy she's with now. We become friend and she buys this old farmhouse. The next several years are great, then the Great Recession hits home. It's almost 5 years my lair is my sacred place and my prison. Oh, I work, am gone a lot, but coming home it not great.
So I'm looking at my age, to buy a house. Time to move out.
A daunting task.
Oh, yeah... almost forgot. The notion of an "Open Relationships"? They don't work, they suck.