Madly Ever After

So The Boy had another night out. This is probably the first time he’s really allowed himself to fully let go in public since being assaulted in a nightclub many years ago. Both of us have scars from that night, me the physical one, a dent in my head running halfway round my skull, him the fear of it happening again.

This was in a way a catharsis moment, we both merged and let go of the memories and danced like we’d never been out before.

It feels very strange talking about myself as two people after a night like that. I’m still buzzed.

It’s 4am, Saturday’s plans are written off.

I’m so glad my friend took me dancing. Made new friends, going to Pride this year!

DBT is moving forward (I’m to be assessed and will have to do DBT Commitments if accepted).

I’ve even talked The Boy round to allow us to try out for a professional photoshoot.

The Tower Card was drawn. Maybe what comes down is the monument of fear and doubt that has kept The Boy in his prison so long. I dunno. You can read the positives and the negatives in cards as in all of life. They, like dice, don’t tell you what to do or foretell your life. It’s all chance, you can make your own luck at times, but mainly, to quote Bill Hicks ‘it’s all a ride’.