Ugh. So apparently I have "normal people" problems, now? And that's supposed to be a good thing? I know that's what T wanted to happen; because, apparently going for days with no more stimulation than light bulb and enjoying it is "not normal." I liked not having "normal people" problems. Don't get me wrong I'd prefer to have no problems, but I think I'd rather have other problems or no problems. Life was so much simpler.

I went to therapy to pretend to be normal. Well, actually no I didn't. I went there for other reasons, and this is what it turned into. Now, all of a sudden someone wants to marry me, and I'm having to make a bunch of other complicated decisions that involve other people. T doesn't want to spend time on this stuff; because it's "normal." This therapy thing was a mistake.