I haven't even left yet, and I'm already sad.
I guess because it's a double loss.
There will be the distance.
And I'm leaving on Tuesday.
My usual day of service.
Tuesday is blowjob day.
Oh, he probably gets sucked off on other days as well. Not to mention the days he gets to whack away at someone's butt. But on Tuesdays...
His cock is happily ensconced in his pet's mouth.
Except this Tuesday.
Not this Tuesday.
This Tuesday his pet will be on the road.
Driving and sitting in traffic.
Along with far too many other people.
Heading home to a home that was never my home.
But that's a whole other story.
For now, all I feel is the distance.
Absence and distance.
Its nonsensical, of course. It's not as if we saw each other all the time. Why should it make a difference if we're 10 miles or 30 miles or 300 miles apart. E-mail is e-mail, right?
I feel the distance.
I can physically feel the distance.
I can already feel the distance as it will grow on Tuesday.
And it hurts.
Even now, it hurts.
I'll miss you, Daddy!
I miss you already...