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I'm a sister wife

 on some weekends.

Friday night i headed out to Milford to spend the weekend with my couple.  That sounds so.....not what it is.  We just enjoy each others company and tend to do a lot of thrift shopping, store exploring and craft making.....along with some gummie eating.

We had another shenanigans gathering on Saturday night to discuss our upcoming holiday dinner together and it turned into a full course meal because.......Jen.  Thats one of the reasons I like to go early because after having vacationed with them a few times I know how much work she puts into each gathering and I will not let them do it alone anymore.  I am an official sous chef 

Late into Saturday night when most had left one of our friends lamented on the "old days" and missed "that mb".......the party starter.  The MB that decided anyone getting into the hot tub could not be wearing clothing of any kind.  The random hugger, kisser, laugh really louder.  

I guess I'm no fun anymore?  

I know that's not true.  Just not interested in dating, or trying to date - for the sake of having sex and being treated like I'm dial a ho.  Tattoo man fucked me up, but also made me realize I don't need this dating bullshit in my life searching for a man that does not exist.

I'm still talking to IOWA man but were is that going to go?  Nowhere.  I'm not spending tons of money I don't have on a plane to be away from my life and neither is he.  So as much as I enjoy our conversations there is really no point.  

I tried to explain to my friend that it had been so long for me, without "activities" that I could care less if I ever had them again.  I got emotionally attached to someone who just wanted to screw and I'm okay if I never have to experience that again.  Activities make me lose my common sense.  I don't need it.  I'm not lonely.  My days are filled and my life is good.  I was lucky to have two long term relationships were I loved hard to no avail.  So why keep looking for it when I know I'm no good at it.

I'll just be the second wife and borrow my friends husband to fix stuff I can't seem to figure out, or don't have the tools for.  

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