Thursday, May 10, 2012

Irrational feelings.

This is ridiculous. I am so angry with Tom I can barely see straight. I feel like I am getting angry with him for all the not-getting-angry I did during our four year relationship. He's a fucking bully and I let him walk all over me for four years. I remember chanting in my head, "It's not worth an argument." That was how I got through most days.

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I love Saturdays. Saturdays are the best days. Today he is going to stay home. I miss him. I've missed him all week. This new company takes a lot out of him. Twelve hour workdays are short.

It's only eight. He won't be up for hours. I should probably go downstairs and find something to do to amuse myself until ten or eleven when he will start waking up. I'm kind of sick of doing homework, but what the hell. This week I'm working on Taming of the Shrew. It seems apropos. I'm working on a D/s interpretation of the story. How do I convince the teacher that Kate really likes being stomped on. It gives her structure and safety. I understand that. Tom gives me that. He tells me what the rules are. He gives me a frame so I can be safe and know what to do.

"Hey! You're up! I'm working on an interesting paper right now, do you want to hear about it?"
"Not really. What am I having for breakfast?"
"Oh. Uhm, would you like eggs and toast?"
"Yeah. And a Coke." He flipped the tv on. Oh look. Blazing Saddles. Again.

I walked into the kitchen and started cooking. He was laughing before the opening scene was finished.

"Man. These guys really know how to act!" He laughed uproariously, again.

"Here is your breakfast."
"Thanks."
"So I'm trying to figure out how to explain that Kate, from Taming of the Shrew, really likes the D/s in her relationship. I found a neat article in Skin 2--that latex fetishist magazine--that has a paper written by a professor from Oxford and "
"Can't you see I'm watching a movie?"

I lapse back into silence. I miss him so much and he is sitting right in front of me. All I want to do is share with him what I have been thinking about all week. I'm trying to find the words to talk to him about our relationship. I want to understand why I feel happier in this relationship than I felt with my family. But right now I just feel sad.

"I'm going to go upstairs."
"That's fine. I'm going to watch my movie."

I go to our bedroom and open my upper drawer. The piece of cloth is shoved into the corner. Then I pick up the cloth and unroll it. I take a deep breath before grasping the scalpel firmly. I go in the bathroom and shut the door. I put the scalpel inside the bath tub.

It is so hard doing what he wants. I am a bad slave. I am impertinent and needy. I look in the mirror at myself. I stare as hard as I can.

"Shut up, Kristine. Shut up, Kristine. Shut up, Kristine. No one gives a shit what you fucking think. Shut up, Kristine."

I turn around and climb into the bath tub. I shut the shower door completely. I run the bath water until the tub is completely full. I lean back against the wall and close my eyes. I can feel tears running down my face. It takes me a couple of moments to find the courage.

I make my cuts very carefully. From downstairs I hear the television say, "Mornin', ma'am. And isn't it a lovely mornin'" Tom drowned out the television as he roared, "Up yours, nigger!" and laughed. I fucking hate that movie. I'm allowing it to break my concentration so I shook my head quickly and started humming and then singing to myself so that I wouldn't be distracted by the noise. I like a song I learned with the Seventh Day Adventist youth group.

"Father I adore you. Lay my life before you. How I love you.
Jesus I adore you. Lay my life before you. How I love you.
Spirit I adore you. Lay my life before you. How I love you."

It is meant to be sung in rounds in a group. I use it to help me focus on the sensation of the cutting. My other senses don't have to be as engaged. I want to be very careful. I can't cut too deeply because that would scar and get attention. I need the wounds to heal quickly. I take my clothes off in front of other people at least once a month. I don't want to draw attention to this so I am very cautious. I just barely break the skin. I cut barely until I get blood. Thin little cuts like these heal quickly and without a mark for me. I start on my upper right thigh. I like to start horizontally. I make cuts around three inches long. I make them slowly and carefully. I breathe deeply the whole time. I keep singing. In the background Tom is still laughing, or laughing again. I don't know or care which.

When I am done there are usually three or four patches on my legs. They are usually three inches by five or seven inches depending on how hard the week was for me emotionally. I usually judge when to stop by how bloody the water is. I like to take breaks in the middle of cutting to play in the blood. I like the swirls in the water. The more blood I take out the less likely I am to do something stupid. What I mean by "something stupid" is try to flash my marks at someone. I know it is not ok to acknowledge I do this. I will get in trouble again. If I just have a couple of small marks high up on my thighs I might wear a short skirt or get out of the shower and walk around naked for a few minutes. When I make more and more marks I know how to adapt my behavior and I don't take the risk of being caught. Tom doesn't mind me wearing tights and long dresses all the time so it is easy to hide. We almost never have sex so it really doesn't matter what happens to my body in between.

Eventually I stop cutting and lean back and cry. I don't even know why I am crying. But I hurt so much. The cutting isn't what hurts, but it gives me an excuse to cry. I'll take it.

After even longer I stop crying and pull the drain plug. I watch my blood go down the drain. I get up and rinse off quickly. I dry off and get dressed in thick tights and an ankle length dress. I walk down stairs and sit down at the floor near Tom's feet with my school books. Even though he doesn't want to talk to me I miss him so much that I can't bear to be away from him.

It's not until he says, "Can't you ever shut up?" that I realize that I'm still singing the song under my breath.

"Father I adore you. Lay my life before you. How I love you. Jesus I adore you. Lay my life before you. How I love you. Spirit I adore you. Lay my life before you. How I love you."


4 comments:

  1. The image of a girl during her homework at my feet is sweet one. :)

    As for your Tom anger, you should let it go. We like our anger because it gives us energy, but this is only hurting you and those around you. And if Tom could careless back them, he cares infinitely less now.

    That being said, it's not easy.

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    1. That would be useful advice if I was just trying to move on with my life. I'm trying to write Part Two. :) I need to feel feelings at Tom. It's going to be an interesting year for being mad at him. It is probably for the best that he doesn't care. :)

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  2. Heh. Well as long as you can cleanse the rage before having to interact with people. :)

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    1. Im not doing too badly today. I just want to yell at him on fetlife about his stupid grammar preferences. In the scheme of things it could be worse. :)

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