Mina Button's blog

kink and feminism and stuff…formerly known as Absinthe Cocktail.

Playing Catch-up

So much has happened that I haven’t blogged about.

Going back, way back to before Floating World, more than a month back.  Way back in July, Roderick and I took a night to sit down and renegotiate some things about our relationship.  It was great–we went out and got dessert, then had an incredibly frank, as-explicit-and-specific-as-possible discussion about what we both want out of our relationship together and our interactions with other parties.  I thought, at the time, that we were both satisfied with the results.  I took notes throughout the whole conversation, and later I typed them up and e-mailed copies to both him and Garnet, so that everyone would be on the same page.

And then, just a few days later, after this whole conversation that I thought was going to fix so many things, Roderick did something I’d specifically asked him not to do.  I don’t especially want to go into details, but it was difficult and kind of awful and we almost broke up.  It was still nowhere near as bad as everything was last Fall, but it wasn’t exactly good, either.

Things were starting to even out again last week.  About a month had gone by, and it seemed like things were really going to work out, like things were actually improving instead of just sort of muddling along (and really, all these things sound way bleaker than I actually felt a month and a half, two months ago–everything was fine, it was more than adequate, I was pretty happy most of the time).  Garnet came into the City on Sunday, and I was excited to hang out with her.  Roderick was spending the day working on a project out of town.

Garnet and I were out to dinner when the call came.  Roderick had fallen off a ladder and was in the hospital.  His wrist was maybe broken and he’d hit his head.  I talked to him a few times later in the night, while he was still really out of it from hitting his head.  It was kind of terrifying.  He was far more lucid the next day, but still hurt and cranky and sometimes confused.  I made plans to go up and see him and spent two days spending whatever time I could with him while he slet 18 hours a day, leaving poor Garnet alone in our apartment with no real food.

Things were pretty good when Roderick got hurt.  We were working things out, and spending lots of time kissing and cuddling.  Now I’m still trying to sort out this sudden rearrangement of my priorities–I just want him to be okay and healthy again.

When it became apparent that Hurricane Irene was headed in the direction of New York City, and it seemed like everyone on twitter was panicking, and it turned out my workplace was in Zone B (possibly at risk for storm surge flooding) and work was cancelled and it seemed like I was going to be alone in my apartment, possibly without power, I got extremely nervous.  Garnet offered to let me spend the weekend with her.  I talked to Roderick and he said “Go to Garnet’s!  What are you waiting for?!”  I packed my stuff and got on the next train.

I spent the weekend watching movies and playing board games with Garnet and her family.  We made gummy bear-infused vodka and I gave her foot rubs.  There were also needles and hot wax, but more on those later.  When the worst of the hurricane hit, she and I were asleep, snuggled up in bed.  I slept through a tree falling outside, and the power going out, with her arms around me.

I’m ridiculously lucky to have both of them in my life, two people who care about me so much.

Leave a Reply