Last night he talked about the tattoo again. I do NOT want one, at all.
I know many people like them, but I don't, I don't want one. He told me to stop crying. He had told me he was considering that I may have one, not that I was getting one for definite, but that if I did get one it would be small and tasteful. I nearly replied " I don't care how small or tasteful you think it is, I will still hate it", but I bit my tongue.
He talked and talked at me for what seemed like hours, sometimes I just want to say "Leave me the fuck alone. Tell me one or two things to think about and let me think about them".
I feel overloaded some of the time, he knows that work is tough and it seems like he is adding more and more layers on top.
He doesn't seem to understand why I am not as excited as he is about me coming home, he is just excited and looking forward to it, and I am too, but I have all those other feelings too.
I just wish he would give me a bit of space to think, but then he doesn't want me to think, he wants to control what I think about these things.
Instead he plays with me, and keeping me on the edge of cumming he talks more at me, making my head spin.
Wonder if its worth saying it......