I was on the phone to a friend on the Other Side of the country tonight, and said everything is going fabulously. In the middle of a later conversation with Mistress, she asked is that really the case, what with the weekend travails and all. I said sure it is, I wouldn't be anywhere else. And that is the absolute truth.
Apparently Sir and Mistress expected me to accept the apology that was immediately given, and move immediately on. Like they did. I don't work that way, and the apology was offered when I was totally in shock and not really processing much of anything all too effectively, so yeah, it wasn't as if I needed a second apology or anything, but just a question or two that I was okay or whatever yesterday would have been nice. Not that I was okay of course, but you know what I mean. And personally speaking, a day and a half turn around time from something so intensely unpleasant, I think that is a world record for me. Back in the bad old days, BM - Before Mistress - if something half as bad would have happened, I would have mulled over it, and honed my negativity and/or depression like a precious stone about the issue, for at least a full month.
Sir subcontracts the touchy feely stuff to Mistress, so it was she who had The Discussion with me this evening. Summary dismissal, I should just get used to it, apparently. And I will, I knew I was signing up as a secondary well before I got over here, it's just that I don't think summary dismissal has come up as a topic before, so I didn't have Orders as to how to react. Now I do though. In the sense that if I sulk about that type of thing again, Mistress will ignore me completely. I sulk way less than I used to though, it is just the choice of sulking topics that I need to work on. Child one was apparently more mature than me on Sunday (ouch).
Sir subcontracts the touchy feely stuff to Mistress, so it was she who had The Discussion with me this evening. Summary dismissal, I should just get used to it, apparently. And I will, I knew I was signing up as a secondary well before I got over here, it's just that I don't think summary dismissal has come up as a topic before, so I didn't have Orders as to how to react. Now I do though. In the sense that if I sulk about that type of thing again, Mistress will ignore me completely. I sulk way less than I used to though, it is just the choice of sulking topics that I need to work on. Child one was apparently more mature than me on Sunday (ouch).
It's a hard life being a secondary. And other drinking game cliches hahaha. Sir was annoyed at portions of my blog the other day, apparently the insinuation (which I didn't even contemplate) that Mistress may take my side of things. When I wrote about what side of the fence she was falling on, I was meaning the fence between common sense and just accepting me getting whacked. If that hasn't made the whole thing more convoluted than it already was.
Mistress said there wasn't a fence. That she feels she has the skills to negotiate, mediate or whatever between the two of us, and if she can't. Well, there was a shrugging of the shoulders at that point. Yes, I know, I am the secondary, I am less important. I don't want to contemplate beyond the shrugging of the shoulders, and indeed, 99% of the time, I quite like the vagueness of the assorted fences or fields or whatever. I dislike clarity, if the situation works well enough without needing atomic clock or Large Hadron Collider preciseness, then why go for it. And screw the neutrinos that go at faster than the speed of light LOL.
Mistress said there wasn't a fence. That she feels she has the skills to negotiate, mediate or whatever between the two of us, and if she can't. Well, there was a shrugging of the shoulders at that point. Yes, I know, I am the secondary, I am less important. I don't want to contemplate beyond the shrugging of the shoulders, and indeed, 99% of the time, I quite like the vagueness of the assorted fences or fields or whatever. I dislike clarity, if the situation works well enough without needing atomic clock or Large Hadron Collider preciseness, then why go for it. And screw the neutrinos that go at faster than the speed of light LOL.
Not much else happened with the day. The new housekeeping amount transferred across to Mistress' account, a bit of work, Mistress getting new meds, and hitting her head against drafting a new letter to the bank. Which has been delegated to me. Woot, Mistress said that over the last two years, no one else has done more for her than me. My lip trembled as I wavered between smiling and bursting into tears when she said that, before I hid my face against her neck in a huge hug. Sir would like to assist more, but he has other issues going on, which means he can't do it the way he would want to.
I iz important. Woot.
Which is somewhat great, considering how much of myself I have thrown into the mix Here.
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