Doggy guilt.
Worst guilt out there.
They cry at the door.
But I can't be around The Donkey.
Man. She is strong.
Yesterday, she jumped on me, knocking the wind out of me for 20 minutes.
But not only that, if there wasn't a wall behind me, myself and my crutches would have been down on the ground with a possible concussion.
Nobody better fuck with her.
She's strong, tall, and fast.
I just can't be around her. She's too much for me right now, and she knows I'm vulnerable, so she's taking advantage of the fact.
I stay locked behind the iron door, and she stays outside crying.
Crying!
How can I live with myself!?!?!
Well, Papi comes back in 5 sleeps.
In 5 sleeps they get to come back upstairs because Papi can let them out.
You know what's really funny?
Before Papi left, I told him, "When you come back, I'm taking a week off and not doing ANYTHING!"
He was saying I didn't do much more than dishes and laundry here.
The best way to show him how much I actually do would be to not do anything and he can see everything I do then.
Well, would you look at that.
I wasn't kidding.
I won't be doing anything.
He'll be stuck with it all.
So sorry, my love, it's like the motorcycle accident all over again.
Only this time, I'm more aware of my surroundings and can have a decent conversation.
Like for instance, "Papi, can you bring me water?"
Or how about, "Papi, can you make me my salad?"
Or better yet, "Papi, can you please wash my back?"
I have had a few showers since the cast, but having a cast means I have one foot out of the shower.
I'm not feeling as clean as I would normally.
Today, I decided I'm staying in bed with my ankle up.
I've been taking pain killers for a few days, and today?
I'd rather just lie here and allow gravity to help with the pain today.
I need rest.
Rest is what heals us.
The Housemaid took me out to see some beautiful sights yesterday.
I think she's trying to keep me occupied.
She knows how it feels. The same thing happened to her. She refused to go to a doctor and limped on a bad ankle for a week and wound up in a cast as well.
So, she's really taking good care of me.
However, today, I need to rest.
I'm so sorry, dogs. I really am.
It's so hard to see them so depressed.
5 more lonely nights for them while Dominican Daddy takes care of them.
Now?
Nap.
Definitely nap.
Heal.
Worst guilt out there.
They cry at the door.
But I can't be around The Donkey.
Man. She is strong.
Yesterday, she jumped on me, knocking the wind out of me for 20 minutes.
But not only that, if there wasn't a wall behind me, myself and my crutches would have been down on the ground with a possible concussion.
Nobody better fuck with her.
She's strong, tall, and fast.
I just can't be around her. She's too much for me right now, and she knows I'm vulnerable, so she's taking advantage of the fact.
I stay locked behind the iron door, and she stays outside crying.
Crying!
How can I live with myself!?!?!
Well, Papi comes back in 5 sleeps.
In 5 sleeps they get to come back upstairs because Papi can let them out.
You know what's really funny?
Before Papi left, I told him, "When you come back, I'm taking a week off and not doing ANYTHING!"
He was saying I didn't do much more than dishes and laundry here.
The best way to show him how much I actually do would be to not do anything and he can see everything I do then.
Well, would you look at that.
I wasn't kidding.
I won't be doing anything.
He'll be stuck with it all.
So sorry, my love, it's like the motorcycle accident all over again.
Only this time, I'm more aware of my surroundings and can have a decent conversation.
Like for instance, "Papi, can you bring me water?"
Or how about, "Papi, can you make me my salad?"
Or better yet, "Papi, can you please wash my back?"
I have had a few showers since the cast, but having a cast means I have one foot out of the shower.
I'm not feeling as clean as I would normally.
Today, I decided I'm staying in bed with my ankle up.
I've been taking pain killers for a few days, and today?
I'd rather just lie here and allow gravity to help with the pain today.
I need rest.
Rest is what heals us.
The Housemaid took me out to see some beautiful sights yesterday.
I think she's trying to keep me occupied.
She knows how it feels. The same thing happened to her. She refused to go to a doctor and limped on a bad ankle for a week and wound up in a cast as well.
So, she's really taking good care of me.
However, today, I need to rest.
I'm so sorry, dogs. I really am.
It's so hard to see them so depressed.
5 more lonely nights for them while Dominican Daddy takes care of them.
Now?
Nap.
Definitely nap.
Heal.
i am learning the art of self love
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