9:15 pm

I lost the last two entries. Didn't save them unfortunately. I was just hoping they'd not be deleted due to lack of saving.

Like they were there. I didn't think it'd be deleted without asking me first.

Sigh. I doubt I can do it over the same way.

So, I'll go with making it better.

The stress has alleviated significantly.

I like that. I like that a lot.

So, here's why you should clean your dildos, and other sex toys.

UTI's.

That's it.

That's the tweet.

At first I thought it was Miguel, One of The Men I Will Forever Hate, but no. I'm just lazy and disgusting. But I wanna whine about Miguel first.

Also,

Here's why The Law of Attraction Works.

Elaborate she says.

Okay. So, when I was about 18 or so. I was crushing on Him hard. I decided He was The One. Why? A dream I had where He was in it. But that's another story. So yeah, I was finally an adult. I think something happened then. Like freedom, and imprinting. Like animals do. I finally had a choice, and I chose Him. But if you ask my Subconscious and Analyzer. They'd tell you the imprinting on Him happened a loooooooooong time prior to then.

Specifically at age 15.

But who cares. I waited.

Anyway. I had this fantasy in my head of having sex with two of Him.

At the same time.

Two of Him.

At the same time.

The story would be fucking insane. Like the main and very chaotic character being name Polly. Why? Because she loves the poly lifestyle He told her about. She'd gone from being against that. To being fully supportive His lifestyle choices. You see Polly was an open book. But she was also an open heart. A destroyed reckless human being. Very toxic. But her open heart trumped that. It always did. You'd wanna leave her but want her to stay at the same time. Bad, but oh so very good. Anyway, so she gets into it and realized she fucking LOVES IT, and not only that too. It was the perfect inspiration and excuse to change her name. Finally, an escape from her vine members.

So, the time comes, where with Him having 6 girlfriends (her being the 7th) she's finally able to have at least one other partner. She's wants an anchor. And a nesting partner or some shit. I dunno what you call them. But I know some of you know what I'm talking about. And that's good enough for me.

Anyway. Polly lets Him know what's up. How she feels. And He's so accepting and supportive of her decision. They make love the night she finally tells Him. However, He went to sleep a polyamorous man and woke up a monogamous man the next morning. In the following 6 days, he breaks up with his girlfriends. Picking them off one by one. Until it's Polly left. He proposes to her. And explained the epiphany he had. Now this man, Him, is mentally ill. He basically ties it down to the sex they had right after she told Him what was up. He says some dumb shit men say when they're hoping you don't cheat back, find another partner (who is not a female) or leave. Something like feeling your body and essence was the epiphany I needed. Super gay shit. Anyway. He fishes for a scientific excuse too. Says smelling the pheromones of another man on her would make him not want her. Or something like that.

Polly's pissed. Instead of her name be a badge of honor. It'd now forever be a joke. Oh yeah, and she's pissed at how He obviously just decided that because he can't bear the thought of another man having her. but she's toxic so she believes this is the epitome of his love for her when she knows that's just possessiveness. Like knowing he wanted her all to himself was like a badge of honor or something. And luckily for her- she's able to swing both ways (poly-li-ly or monogamously).

They get married despite the mental health AND relationship issues they clearly have. Polly's left feeling rightly concerned about Him cheating, especially after he bragged about it at a get together a long time ago.

Polly was there.

Jesus.

Everyone was.

They weren't together then but...

It's obviously he gets mad pussy. She didn't think of that as a problem then or now. Based on her animal kingdom (which is really and truly my theory, self-insert) theory. He's doing what an animal does. Hunt, procreate, and other things. But man, that conversation was distasteful.

She didn't think of him as settling (like making a choice to settle) like she usually says in their arguments and fights. No. She sees herself the same way. Animalistic in nature. Just exercised differently, in a more controlled way. And with more self-control. Throughout their relationship and engagement, she reconsidered many a times the (sex) escapades she eventually and would turn down. Not because of Him, but for Him.

Anyway. So, time passes and of course He cheats. Epiphany my ass. Polly is not surprised because she knew him well by now. Told him to save it when he opened his mouth to speak. To apologize. By now His words meant nothing. And she doesn't leave. Now he's paranoid around her. Thinking she's gonna cheat back. She's gonna leave.

So, he gives her all the niceness and sweetness he could muster. Saving it for times like this. But she knows Him. She's not truly mad at Him for what he did. Just immensely disappointed. Embarrassed for him more than herself. Time goes by. They haven't had sex in a while so he's losing it. Trying anything, everything that would usually work. Not even his specialty of physical touch worked. She was not made weak by it, although falling weak each time prior. She's still like a deer in headlights. Right before an odd mechanical animal runs into it. He notices this and feels insulted each time. As what he called the feeling in his mind then. Insulted. When in reality. What he felt was the immediate fall out of rejection.

They argue about the circumstances of their love life, their relationship. The argument goes nowhere. Just two lovers cussing at each other like animals. Polly's mostly the animalistic one (yet logical) in the argument. Hitting where it hurts the most.

And she tells him.

Because she knows she can fight.

That she slept with someone.

Someone else.

And she wasn't thinking about what was her settlement contract.

aka Him.

And she says this.

Calls him that.

A settlement contract.

Says that's what he is and will always be to her.

Now he has three choices with this brand new information.

Cry. Start destroying shit. Or kill her.

He goes to his room instead, frustrated and betrayed. They both have their room and separate bedrooms.

His idea.

Polly didn't like it at first, but she now sees it as a blessing in disguise.

Physical separation. That being the blessing.

He doesn't sleep that night. Just stares at the ceiling for a couple of hours. Thinking whatever men think during these circumstances. Then he goes to her. Her door is unlocked. She's not sleeping either. Just in the dark. Laying down. He cuddles up to her, and she knows this would happen. And already thought of a way out of the current situation. He's not there to have sex with her. No. That's long gone from his mind. He just snakes his arm around her. Holding her. Knowing she likes to be held. And he apologizes and asks her to stay.

Don't go.

And she'd turn to him. Caressing the side of his face as the night's light from the window illuminating his watery and tired eyes. She'd assure him she's not going anywhere. And him, finally taking his breath of relief, would lean in to kiss her. Not to have sex with her. No.

He'd want to make love to her.

But won't. He just needs to feel her.

And she'd gently reject Him. Telling Him he should re-introduce Sunday back into the relationship. To take care of his needs while Polly tries figuring herself out. And he's surprised. Polly always seemed to hate Saturday. With her being first. And with Him loving her just as much as he loves Polly.

But he wasn't aware of the relationship they'd built behind his back, you see. You'd think they were the ones dating and keeping Him around for penile pleasure. They'd call each other and complain about Him. Go on dates to discuss the rotation (along with Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. Polly, as you would expect. Is Saturday.

It was an inside joke they'd had amongst themselves. All the Days of the week (this comes in handy later). All of them liked dark humor.

Somehow.

Anyway.

Picture that scene from Mean Girls. Where they're all on the phone with each other, backstabbing and what not. But in this scenario were all on Zoom. Facetiming each other. Speaking ill of Him. Venting and relating and pouring out our woes. In all of the 456 facetimes they've had. He's in the background of one of them. Being too caught up in himself that he's oblivious to the Zoom calls. They'd all just thought he stopped caring after a while.

Now he's smart.

Somehow.

He knew to keep them in separate cities (that excluding of Saturday and Sunday).

So yeah he's smart. But didn't think to pick up the phone when he saw "Tuesday" calling Summer's phone on their way to lunch one day. She'd forgot it on their kitchen isle one day.

Luckily, they never had to enact the plan of what they would have to do if he picked up.

They'd pretend to be telemarketers that call on specific days. Tuesday only calls on Tuesdays. Wednesday- Wednesdays. That way they won't get mixed up.

Most of the ideas came from Polly.

Because she's mentally ill. But they're good ideas. So, no one judges her for it. Anyway. For that. All of their get togethers, (with all of them present) would happen once a month. Mapping, venting about, and studying their own personal Waste-Man. They'd all just need about 30 mins to do that.

Rest of the evening it's Girls Night.

They all loved Him.

Somehow.

And they all loved each other. That was easy.

Polly would even wonder, why he wasn't shocked that Saturday and Sunday agreed to a threesome that one time.

Separately.

He showed the exact same amount of excitement twice at two different places.

The Week discussed all the timelines of what he'd want and who he'd ask to pair up, or triple up, or quadruple up. Heck, they prepared for if he asked for a harem fantasy.

With all of them.

They were cool like that.

Besides, it was better than the Darkest Timeline of what would happen without the union being at peace.

Fate would have it he chose his two favorites.

Polly and Summer.

Thank God.

It was then, during the threesome, Polly, and Summer, known as Sunday otherwise, saw each other as one. For a short while. But it still solidified their relationship. While on their backs. Side by side. Polly thought of how Summer respected her boundaries with her being straight n' all. Just focusing on him. As she would too. It was Saturday's first time after all. Sunday didn't realize how awkward it'd be, thinking, I've don't this with him before. Why do I feel this way? He'd (please understand that this expert is fiction) know where and how to work Polly. With taking time to learn her properly. He'd do that thing to her clit while he's inside of her. And she'd jolt. He liked seeing that. He liked knowing he had that effect on her. But in response, in a quick-time. Polly'd reach for something. It'd calm her reaction. What she caught was Summer's' hand. They'd look at each other, worn out and dopamine fueled, and recognize respect, love and peace.

Finally.

But yeah. He doesn't know all of this, and Polly can't tell him. She's even more frustrated with the fact that things were actually fine then. He did whatever he wanted and she played house and her favorite game.

It was fun scheming with The Week.

It culled her need to stir chaos. Keeping it in one little bubble.

With two more somewhere here and there.

Again, Polly is mentally ill.

Logical.

But ill.

So, lying to Him. She just says well she's (Sunday) the spot who took Sunday from her.

That's weird, he'd think to himself, but he's a man. So, he doesn't really care or look into it much.

Or at all.

Somewhere along a time machine is brought into the story.

IDK how but it happens.

He, through the technological powers that be. Because he works for them or whatever. Has access to a time machine. Like they left him in charge of that somehow. That was Polly's biggest concern. In this AU all conspiracy theories are real. Everyone knows they control the weather. Bigfoot exists. He's the last few of his kind, being some kind of bipedal ancestor cousin to us humans. Aliens exist. They just don't talk to us because of all of the reasons why it's wise not to. Everyone knows and accepts that witchcraft exists. Some just don't care. And thus, don't practice it.

Now again, Polly is a motherfucking GENIUS. So instead of trying to do whatever Charles Casey did in Rant. She just wants to go back in time to fuck Him and his younger self.

Not even to counteract his jealousy or anything.

She's been thinking of this for years.