Comedown

[An entry from my private journal the day after coming back from my first play session and weekend away with Ness…]

Right now I am feeling mostly…meh. I had an amazing, mind-blowing, emotional, sexual, physical journey of discovery this weekend, but at the moment I’m worrying about R and feeling like a bit of a heel. I should have kept him better informed about what, where and when. I should have kept in touch with him more by text and phone. In my defence, he’s asked no questions, looked into the distance while doing something else while I was briefing him about the weekend to come, and sent me minimal text messages too - but considering that’s his normal approach to keeping informed about what I’m doing and he relies on me to do the honours for him - I fucked up. Guess the whole escapist, ‘me-time’ irresponsible thing went to my head.

Feeling a bit tearful now actually - think I will wait until tomorrow to update properly about how wonderful it was.