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Madison Scott-Clary 2021-09-03 13:50:04 -07:00
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@ -370,7 +370,7 @@ Gears crunched to a halt in my mind. I must have sat there, staring at that mess
*6:21 PM Kay>* Sorry, that was probably pretty insensitive...
I rubbed my hands over my snout before replying:
I rubbed my paws over my snout before replying:
*6:25 PM Dee>* No no! Just never really thought about "hot priest" being a thing.

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I can see it being acceptable, but I can also see it being an awful lot of work for the both of us.
Where are the compromises? Where are the fights? Where are we twenty, thirty, forty years down the line? Do we make it twenty, thirty, forty years? Are we so fit for each other than we can manage that?
Where are the compromises? Where are the fights? Where are we twenty, thirty, forty years down the line? Do we make it twenty, thirty, forty years? Are we so fit for each other that [we](we) can manage that?
Before, when limerence filled me to overflowing, I imagined in dreamy yeses and delicate physicality. Now that that has faded and left something else in its place, I imagine in questions. I imagine in what-ifs and is-it-actuallys.

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@ -22,7 +22,7 @@ It was my turn to laugh. "Right, right, okay. I'll keep it up, then."
"And hey, you can pull a lot of your thoughts on discernment and such out into a book or hell, clean these up and turn them into a memoir. It's not like this stuff is useful to only you."
That's been lingering with me, but I remain unsure. I could, yes, and maybe it would provide some sort of entertainment, but that would mean going through and editing everything up. Even just the process of transferring notes from paper to computer so that I could email them to Jeremy had been rough enough, being confronted by that Dee of a few months back, struggling with the most basic language of actually liking someone.
That's been lingering with me, but I remain unsure. I could, yes, and maybe it would provide some sort of entertainment, but that would mean going through and editing everything up[^footnotes]. Even just the process of transferring notes from paper to computer so that I could email them to Jeremy had been rough enough, being confronted by that Dee of a few months back, struggling with the most basic language of actually liking someone.
I do agree with the first point that Jeremy made, though. I really ought to keep journaling. It's good for me, and I don't think I could ever really stop, after going through this.
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All these things are part of the work, though. Work is part of life, and life goes on. I still see my clients. I still watch videos and talk about my days with Kay. I still go to mass. I still think about the past year when I write. I still get rides out to the edge of Sawtooth or over to a trail head and walk until my feet ache and I am gasping in the pine-scented, dusty air.
And still I talk with God.
[^footnotes]: I already felt compelled to add all of these foot notes, after all.