This week has both incredible and horrible.
I met, thanks to my mistress, a wonderful young man, for whom I have developed strong feelings in a short time. He agreed to be my mate, which fills me with immeasurable happiness. On top of that, I should be moving in with Ashley very shortly: we have only to get the utilities in our name and wait for the office to give us the okay. Unforttunately, in the meantime, things are becoming more stressful where I'm staying. Suffice to say I have failed to live up to my host's expectations, and the relationship has become increasingly strained. Last night, Spud tried to help me relieve some stress, and no sooner did we start than I was pulled away, adding further stress on the already intolerable mass. I'm in bad shape, and the sooner I can get away the better. I just wish I could live with the people I love and not have to worry about all of this.. I'm so fucking tired of the drama.