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In love at 16. Met the guy when she was 14.If anyone wants to comb through this.. LoveShack Profile
Mission Hill <3
So, this time-traveling waif with a pedo husband, “little” fetish, and totally real Lupus definitely has diapers in her “sick room,” right?
Reading the shit you write is giving me cerebral palsy.Does no one else go through the transtemporal phase as a teen and young adult? I wanted to believe in transtemporaility, but it simply wasn't me. As someone else observed, my particular writing style is... I don't want to say affected, but similar to letter-writing, a unique but charming turn of phrase takes effort to cultivate and maintain. Obviously, if transtemporality were a thing, my natural affect would be Victorian and it wouldn't slip when I'm upset. I admit in recent years I have not done nearly as much reading as I should in order to keep my linguistic garden well-kept. I need to work on that so that I can still sound poised when I'm emotional.
And now I have lupus.I love that room. I could talk about it for weeks, and I'm actually a little miffed I didn't have the sickroom's updated pictures on Insta in time for KF to include them in my introductory post, but whatever. I'm sure you'll discuss it in great detail later.
As to my husband, I hope KF is wrong. So far, people have been telling me he's going to leave me for 10 years exactly, (we recently celebrated the 10th anniversary of the day we met in real life) and so far they've been wrong for the same amount of time. I firmly believe that for as many strange and unorthodox people as there are, there are also a decent amount of people who, for whatever reason, are willing to love and tolerate them unconditionally. I have come to the conclusion that my husband must get something out of this relationship or he wouldn't have stayed, and wouldn't have been so enthusiastic and devoted a provider and companion as he has been. I have no idea what he's getting out of it (Physical attentions, I guess? Companionship?), but it must be something because he's certainly happy to be here. I do not know what makes certain people, often men, fall head over heels for needy, waifish women, but I am glad these people exist and I count myself extraordinarily lucky to have found some kind of symbiosis within my love life, as most people with BPD don't have that kind of stability long-term.
I'd probably attribute it to the first time I read about Virginia Poe in 8th grade. From the moment I knew who she was I wanted her life. I wanted to be sickly, married as a teenager, managing land and house by 20 and dead of consumption well before 25. 3 out of 4 isn't bad. However my first memories equating being sickly with good things like love and affection stem from toddlerhood, like down to my earliest memories.Okay @Christine Milneaux can you just tell us what enamoured you to the Victorian era?
doubtful the woman part applied to his initial attraction to you.I do not know what makes certain people, often men, fall head over heels for needy, waifish women
So many Wayward Spouses, whilst trying to navigate the mess they made, find themselves biting their tongues in a herculean effort not to wail, “But what about ME?!! This hurts ME too, you know!!”
screamed and cried and barfed on webcam to a rando and wonder why he thinks youre batshit to make him feel bad because he called you manipulative? you do onision levels of FAX searching to compile all the reasons why people harm you uwu nothing is your fault, like bitching at your mother on mothers day because you made a fool of yourself in front of people professionally making fools of themselves then give your husband the cold shoulder, deny him any sort of affection, but send a winky face text basically telling him to gtfo but still find a way to dote on me.I'm a quiet Borderline
Leave me alone until further notice!! but you better fucking text me!!! ;P
Probably. I'm definitely dying, though there was somebody on Reddit that said it offended her personal sensibilities for me to say that it was lupus. She insisted I start tagging my Instagram posts with #undifferentiatedconnectivetissuedisorder instead. I really do not understand what my illness has to do with her sensibilities but I made the announcement on Insta that it was just as likely to be UCTD, on the off-chance that anyone cares about such minutiae. I still do tag anything that I think applies to Lupus patients as #lupus, though I'm open in admitting that I have not been diagnosed and whatever is killing me doesn't officially have a name yet.
I'd probably attribute it to the first time I read about Virginia Poe in 8th grade. From the moment I knew who she was I wanted her life. I wanted to be sickly, married as a teenager, managing land and house by 20 and dead of consumption well before 25. 3 out of 4 isn't bad. However my first memories equating being sickly with good things like love and affection stem from toddlerhood, like down to my earliest memories.
I wanted to be sickly,
Fam, don’t give this narcissistic troll what she wants. Ignore her and let her go back to reddit to find her fish.
Christine please make a video about us kiwis
I can’t believe people here are even still giving her the time of day to be honest.