So like I said in my previous PPD post, I’ve been anxious and depressed. Yesterday I was anxious as hell. I went snooping on Captain M’s Kindle Fire, found something not-really-suspicious after he explained it, but went off the rails and demanded logins and passwords to all our credit cards, his phone account, everything. (Don’t judge me! We both have full transparency, I’d just never asked him for the info before, and he has full access to all my stuff too). I’m pretty sure he was laughing at me the whole time. I find nothing, of course, even though I sit here and freak about it all day, because well, the Wellbutrin hasn’t kicked in yet. I apologize, he understands and accepts. Rest of the day is fine.
That night, I find myself wanting to shower and change early in the evening (usually do it before bed), change into sexy underwear, and wear one of his work shirts half unbuttoned, to fool around on the couch. Side note, I’m usually a one O gal, but he managed two. Score!
Then this morning, I put two and two together and realize WHY I was so turned on last night.
FOR FUCK’S SAKE. I PLAYED MYSELF. This shit totally works. And sometimes the hamster works for you.
