The week that was

For most of the past week I've been in "nurse" mode as I took care of Belle. She had a migraine start Sunday morning of last week, and then over the course of the next few days it ramped up to full blitz migraine and then it took another couple days for the effects of the migraine to subside enough for her to really get back on her feet. Those are without a doubt the worst kind because instead of hitting and being gone, it does a slow build up, knocks you out, and leaves you recovering for a couple days.

So I've been busy taking care of kids, meals, working, and taking care of my dearest. In some strange way I think the week did take a toll on me physically as well, because by Friday night I had a headache and fell asleep by 9:30PM (that is really early for me). It could have been that or the coma that Belle put me in on Friday when she decided to bake me the best pecan pie in the whole wide world. I was nice and I did share some of it with the family (atleast 4 slices was eaten by someone other than myself). If you know me at all, I am very good at sharing but I REALLY HATE sharing my pecan pies. *mine mine mine* *growls*

By Saturday morning I was feeling better after a wonderful night sleep that included some really great cuddles. The plan for Saturday was pretty simple. I was going to a neutral site and visit with Kit for the day to catch up as friends, while Belle hung out with the kids at home watching movies and the like. Well shortly after I got out of my shower I heard my phone beeping at me, which is really odd as I was expecting anything. At first I assumed it was Kit checking up on me, but nope, it was Mom calling to say she was in town for the day. My parents live about 2 hours away and come into town for horse shows and horse sales, but they never come by the house to see us. So Saturday morning as they were driving into town I get the voicemail letting me know they were here and wanted to see us. I called Mom back to let her know I already had plans and that Belle was still recovering from a migraine (ala didn't want parents just showing up at my house and forcing Belle to play host without me). The horse sale was supposed to go for a while so I told them maybe we could catch up for dinner that evening before they headed back assuming they didn't decide to leave earlier.

Off I went to catch up with Kit, and the drive went so fast that even after leaving nearly 20 minutes late, stopping to get gas, etc. I was still 5 minutes early. The cafe opened at noon so I hung out in the Jeep until it opened. I gave Kit a call to find out her ETA, and it seemed she was running late as well (she needed to get gas as well). I come in a secure a corner booth with the idea of being out of the way. Within 15 minutes the place was packed and we were surrounded by several people. My plan was in case she started talking about why things were not going any further I wanted to have enough privacy to actually talk. To make a long story much shorter, the conversation never really went there. We chatted about much more generic stuff that friends usually talk about. We had a great meal and spent nearly 4 hours just talking with brief moments of quiet to actually eat something. I was quite happy with how the day had turned out (minus all the rain) to that point. We headed outside to say goodbye and I gave her a hug, which led to like 4 more hugs before I finally got her into her Jeep. The whole time we were standing there in the rain. I could tell she didn't want to say goodbye and leave, but I really wanted to keep things on good terms and I was trying to wrap up so I can make it home to see my parents.

The drive home was a bit faster than the drive there as I wasn't having to read directions so much. I got some really great texts along the way from Belle which was really very sweet. I got back home at nearly 5:30 which is 30 minutes earlier than originally planned. I had barely kissed Belle when my phone started ringing. Mom was calling to say they were tired and cold, so they were heading home. So I'm hoping that maybe next Saturday we can go visit with them, just not sure at this point. Within a minute of hanging up with Mom, I get two texts from Kit (she has not sent a single text to me in almost a month and now I'm getting two). The first text was a clothed picture of her breast, and the second was an actual smiling face shot. The face shot was cool since I had been giving her a hard time for having such a dark picture on her Facebook profile. But why the other picture? It just made no sense to me at all.

So as Belle and I are sitting in the family room talking about the afternoon and pictures, Kit starts IMing with Belle via Facebook. Based on what Belle shared with me, the conversation was very erratic and just weird. So after a few minutes I finally logged to check my email etc. I already had an email from Kit asking to talk to me. So I ping her to chat for a minute. She basically wanted to say thank you and hope things were not weird because of how things ended (ala all the hugging). I reassured her things were good and just ignored the photos other than to say that I had actually received them. Then a few minutes later, Kit asked Belle to ask me if she should change clothes before going shopping. I was still online and she had just been asking me, so not sure why she asked Belle to relay the question to me. But then why ask me about what to wear? I get the whole D/s concepts of TPE, but that is not our relationship so why ask me what to wear to go shopping later? The only rational thought that Belle and I could come up with is "co-dependent" which is a damn scary thought to me.

I'm most likely going to have to create some distance between us for a while so things can ebb back into more friendship conversations. There were already way too many conversations over the course of the week of why things were staying at friends only. I've reassured her in just about every way possible that it had nothing to do with her, other than the very simple fact that she is married. But I swear the more we talk, the more I get a feeling that she taking clingy/needy to extremes in a whole different world. I've tried talking and talking, being as straightforward, honest, and even down right blunt as I can be. I just think that I'm to a point where creating distance is about the only way for things to simmer back down. At the end of the day, I just keep seeing drama coming into the mix if I don't. And I don't need more drama in my life. Then again, who does?