The "In Great Detail" meme, days 19-21

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Day 19 – Something you regret, in great detail

This one is kind of personal, but it's been years and years now, so I'll tell it.

There's a man I call TOTGA (for The One That Got Away). He's no longer on LJ/DW to my knowledge, but was at one time, and might be reading this; he surprises me that way sometimes. Anyway, I met him my very first day online and within a few days, we were in love. I know, I know, but really. We had an online/phone/mail relationship for about a year. He knew I was poly, but there was this one guy I hung out with that he HATED. That guy, I tend to call Naked Guy (which he would hate). Anyway, Naked Guy wanted to come visit me, and I said yes, and told TOTGA, truthfully, that we were not planning on having sex. The first night, though, we did, and every day for the next week or so, and it was days before I told TOTGA. He was genuinely devastated. There's more to the story, but that is the essence of it. I have been so sorry for years that I wasn't honest with him right up front. I was a coward.



Day 20 – This month, in great detail

Oh, holy crap, you don't need me depressing you like that, do you? :-)

Okay, let's see:

6/1 through 6/4: worked a TON trying to catch up on my work before my boss's return from vacation on 6/7, and before my furlough on 6/10. There's a stressy situation at work, but I don't feel like going into Great Detail about that.

6/5&6: no idea

6/7: Worked; met the new counselor at work.

6/8: GOT MY CLASSES, YAY! Worked. Staffed the queer staff organization's booth at Summerfest, the odd staff-appreciation day thing they put on at my work.

6/9: My DW says I ate crazy breakfast: scrambled eggs, tater tots, stacy's garlic pita chips, and chocolate whole milk.

6/10: started furlough. The next few days are a blur

6/15: started helping out at Betty's

6/20 & 21: took a couple days off at home. Started a big barrel of pickles. Rested a lot. Played my game a lot.

6/22: Came back to Betty's and did that stuff I talked about in my previous (typo: precious) post




Day 21 – Another moment, in great detail

Jeffy wanted his keys. He didn't have keys, of course. He'd been in hospice for weeks. But he was becoming more and more agitated. Said the nurse had taken his keys. Finally, I grabbed an imaginary set of keys, put them in his hand, and said, "Here they are sweetie. I found them," and he calmed immediately. It was the first time I can remember feeling like a lie was an actively good thing. I didn't even feel that way about the lie that saved my life (that one was expedient, not kindhearted).