Does the weather influence my mood or do I influence the weather?
In a rare moment of nearly-unbridled rage, I lash out at Danica (only verbally; I would never nor have I ever hit her). And you know what, it actually feels pretty good, too.
An unmotivated day turns into a troubling night as I desperately search for ways to avoid fighting with Danica, despite the countless provocations I percieve. In a small victory after being hurt and angered yet again, I simply decide to no longer care about her on any deep emotional level. So far, it’s working.
At a bakery at closing time, I’m given two minutes to grab a cupcake by a male employee. He gives Danica four minutes. I am angry. More thoughts on polyamory and feelings about my relationship.