I'm one of those people who keep everyone out. Eventually. My hubby, walled out. Kids, out. Parents, friends, out. I'm not Mrs. Normalsauce. I'm different. I'm subjects-you-dont-talk-about-at-dinner different. And I don't trust people to understand. Or, when I do, it doesn't go so well.
I want to be cherished, and desired. I want to be loved and accepted. I want to be respected. I want my desires to be acknowledged. I want to be comfortable in my own skin, and at least in my own home. I'm lonely. I'm sad. I'm hurting. Half my life, my self is missing, missing, missing.
