I'm operating on 3 days lack of sleep. Since Sunday I haven't been able to get my arse to bed before 1 am. Maybe it's because Zeen is working overnights from 10 pm - 7am. I hate going to bed without him. He comforts me and makes me feel protected. Rattling around that house by myself is not sexy. It sucks even harder when I awake and he isn't beside me. I feel completely adrift.
To quote Jill: I sometimes feel weak loving you the way I do. It frightens me sometimes that I love Zeen so much that I feel so unbalanced and unsettled when he's not around. He's the yin to my yang. I'm supposed to be a different kind of woman. Never clingy, certainly never all wrapped in discombobulation because a man isn't around. But Zeen isn't just some random guy. He is the love of my life. My first and only true love.
Not being near him on a regular is unthinkable to me. And I'm fine with that. So in closing It's not weakness or anti-SuperBlackWoman. It's Love.
Later..............
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