My optimism is fading, and is being replaced by a dark cloud called "fading desire."
One thing that has been a constant throughout this struggle is my desire for MsHdog. Last night, during one of those "dark nights of the soul", I was utterly convinced that I've been fooling myself for several months...telling myself that I still desire her, when, in actuality, it seems to be diminishing.
I'll tell you why in a bit...well, longer than a bit, because I have to go pretty soon. At least I'm on my way to my therapist. It always helps to talk these things out. (Yes...another preposition ender. I AM off my game.)
