I lay down in my living room. on a white sheep skin rug the bf had bought me. I light a fire in my fire place and set myself up on the rug, with cozy blankets and fluffy pillows, and I just stare at the fire. It's almost like watching a fish tank, which I would get, but I travel too much. My cat will usually come and cozy up next to me on the rug under the blanket...
THIS sounds absolutely wonderful! Now, there's a part of me that would put myself in this scenario, but then I wouldn't let myself enjoy it (i.e., I'd only give myself a grade of B), because this kind of pleasure only counts when you're sharing it with a lover (THAT rates a grade of A). Note to self: stop this kind of thinking!
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Another thing I recently owned about myself is that I need a sense of security and emotional reassurance in an R. I really used to downplay, even ignore these needs because I typically involve myself with emotionally unavailable men. (That's where putting down my needs probably comes from).
This is ABSOLUTELY me. Note to self: look out for this tendency in future R's.
