The butterfly diaries

More Nevyn updates...

His wife seems to have finished with her other partner. Their break up will of course have flow on effects because I won't be able to around there when she's home, and she'll now be home for the foreseeable future (except for a trip to visit family coming up.) Nevyn's also cancelled our date next Friday night so that he can see cool meta instead (his wife is out for one more night with her newly exbf??? because they had a trip already planned). I'm not mad, it's just an indication that he will be trying to manage his relationships while his wife isn't dating and he'll likely have one day a week instead of three to be social. And no hosting. And I can't host because my landlord is conservative*. So back to looking at 52 nights a year in a hotel, sigh. He's assured me that he's been assertive that he will not go back to monogamy just because she's not seeing someone at the same time. She can do the inner work to be able to be home alone while he's out.

I just don't understand people who can't be content and capable in their own company. Well, I do. I just think they are not self-actualised adults. They're stuck further down the hierarchy of needs. That's the bit I have a problem with... being stuck and not moving forward/upward.

I hope I can look back on this in 5 years as teething issues because noobs. That Nevyn's wife gets unstuck.

In other news, Puck has told me he's committed to coming here in January but understands I'll be nervous until he has the tickets. He is thinking about staying a bit longer to have some exploring time to himself, but guess who else has difficulty being content and capable in her own company...<eyeroll>. She's not even trying to get unstuck but is about to have to a baptism by fire if Puck spends a whole month here.

*The Nomad was visiting me last night and I asked the landlord if he could park up on the front lawn. It's in my contract to not park in the driveway, so I did the right thing and asked about the lawn parking situation for one night. The landlord got all funny about it when I told him that The Nomad was a full time van lifer. That full time thing really bothered him, and he tried to renege with a suggestion that The Nomad was going to steal stuff. Gross. That's made me actually quite motivated to start looking for another flat. Sure, I like this room and space I share with the other roommate, and it's cheap, big and on the bus route, but now I've seen how much of a bigot the landlord is...hmmm. I was never asking if The Nomad could stay, only if he could park. My contract allows me to have guests regardless. I could have put him in the spare room and not be breaking my contract and preserving sensibilities.

I'll browse listings. See what shows up.
 
Have you ever rebelled against yourself?

Eaten too much?
Drunken too much?
Spent too much?

I'm doing all three tonight, and it's a Monday. I'm obviously soothing something but I'm not sure what. Helplessness? Anger?

It actually started with a sense of satisfaction that I had tomorrow in the bag, I could relax tonight. But that relaxation got skewed. What's with that?

I got so much satisfaction out of what I did so tonight, why am I now berating myself for it? I was relaxed, and although it cost some money, I felt good. But now I feel guilty.

It's not like I've gone into debt. But this past month I've depleted my personal savings. Not a small part of that was accommodation for when Puck is here, but the rest...indulgences. And I still have things on my wish list that I haven't been able to find yet (I hate online shopping so I want to go get it from the shops).

I got a bag from the op shop (charity shop) the other day. The second I picked it up I knew it was something special by the weight of the leather. I didn't recognise the logo. It's in desperate need for some TLC but the leather is in good condition. I Googled the logo.

Christian Louboutin.

For $10.

Yes I'll spend $60 on leather care products, when I find the right ones.
 
Well, today was productive at work, and I got to talk with Puck this morning (looks like Charli is going to be exiting the polycule soon because she is too upset about Puck starting to see someone new) and will be picking Nevyn up from the airport very soon, although I suspect he'll just have to go straight home.

Mike has been texting me scenery from his latest job site and I really should have a proper conversation with him soon.

My abs are nearly recovered from the workout they got courtesy of The Nomad the other day.

And tonight I hope I can have a chat with Adam.
 
Some days, I just want to be single.
 
Today, Ayin seems particularly present.
 
And Charli's exited the polycule. She found a different final straw to break over, but it's really just an excuse to do a "poor me, you're such an asshole" dramatic exit. Something that should have been a non-issue because it didn't affect her at all.
 
Don't let the door hit ya where the lord split ya, Charli.
 
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