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|Friday, March 4th, 2016|
|And a few months later...
The handsome viking with whom I was having a relationship with turned into my dear boyfriend, Amund, who I can only describe as perfect. Our relationship is healthy and progressive. I have read my entries in the past, that have described relationships with past people as "healthy", but what I meant was "non-abusive". It's a bit sad to admit, but there's still truth to it.
My relationship with Amund is healthy in that we communicate constantly, and "we need to talk" are not bad words in our relationship. I began my relationship with him with no filter, and I constantly speak my mind. He does the same, and he finds me genuinely fascinating as a person, and is interested to know what goes on in my head. He gives me great feedback as well. He's been helping me with my health so much. At the start of our relationship, when talking about how I have been battling my illness myself for so many years, he told me that those days were over. I didn't take him too seriously at the time, because we hadn't been together all that long, and he hadn't seen all sides of me.
He was serious. He follows me to as many appointments as he can, and helps clarify for me on days when I am in a fog. He helped me create a daily blog to track my symptoms and my progress. We have days he plans to keep me active, and we have days when all I want to do is lie in bed and cease to exist. He's there on those days as well, to bring me groceries, make me dinner, and rub my back.
My feelings for him grew the more I got to know him. He comes from a large and well to do family of lawyers and engineers from the posher side of town. He's a typical nerd with his fandoms. Smokes weed and drinks alcohol on occasion. He's two years older than me, and went to school for economical studies, and works as an account consultant. He's the oldest of four siblings, and helps take care of his youngest brother, who is chronically ill. It explained the preternatural level of patience this man possesses.
I mentioned in November that we had an interesting relationship dynamic and it is in that we are both sexually dominant. In his years in the army, he recognised his sadism, and explored it further into his twenties, when he became very skilled with rope bondage. He dated a few girls before me who were into it, but not on my level at all. When he first met me, his tinder profile simply said "looking for my Ms.Steele", a vague 50 shades of grey reference to get out to the girls of Oslo. After he "super liked" me, I chatted with him and he found me instantly fascinating, but initially thought I was submissive. I was more than he ever could have imagined.
At first, our sex was a bit clumsy because we had to actually work hard to communicate what we both liked, but we knew we both wanted each other. Badly. Eventually, we got it to work, and it works so fucking well. We currently have a vibrant and expanding universe of a sexual relationship.
Our dynamic as of now is this: We are equal to each other. We are allowed to play with submissives together, I am given a lot of freedom to pursue other D/s relationships (mostly with intent of having someone to share), we roleplay for each other, we love each other immensely, we respect each other, we fulfil each other.
He spends a lot of time here in the apartment and deals with all of the chaos that comes with it. He loves my Zindi and usually scoops her up and showers her with kisses after greeting me. I feel I am just going on and on listing all the wonderful things this man does, but it's not important what he does, it's that he is good to me, loves me with every fiber of his being, and I love him too.
|Saturday, July 18th, 2015|
|Motivated to write something about everything...
I often get trapped in my own head and forget about how lucky I am to be surrounded by such amazing people who truly love me so much. My parents came to visit a few weeks ago and we had a fantastic time. After we went out to dinner on the first night, we went to Rock In, and as I approached a block away, I waved at the tables of people. My parents asked me if I knew any of those people and I knew every single one of them very well, and they embraced my parents with open arms and eventually got them, what they are telling me is the "Drunkest They Have Ever Been In Their Lives". We also were blessed with scorching tropical summer weather, when we took a boat trip to the islands and hung out on the beach, and then melted in the mountains. Norway showed them a good time.
Sjur and I have been seeing a lot less of each other and it's mostly my fault because I have drawn back a bit. Not in a bad way, I still love him and he still loves me, so very much, but I think it's important to take a step back from him as well, just to make sure all the pieces are in the right places when they fall, because they will. I don't have chemistry with anyone like I have with him. He is really special, and we have an incredibly deep bond with each other.
He publicly expressed his reluctance to meeting my parents when they were here, and I had to kind of give him an "Oh, really?", and have a nice chat with him when it was an appropriate time, and I did. After a day of wild hung over sex, I told him that if he knew what was best for him, he would be at Rock In, at 16.00 on the dot, because I'd be there with my parents.
At 16.01 Sjur strolled down the stairs having been to the hairdresser, and was dressed nicely in a black button down shirt and black dress pants. He was all manscaped and groomed. Shy at first, he had a really nice chat with my mom for a few hours before they turned in, and then all four of us went out for Italian food on Aker Brygge. Somewhere, there actually exist a posed photograph of me and Sjur on the pier. My father took it. It's probably the first photo taken of him in 8 years.
He came to the bar while I was working last week, and yesterday, I came by his office with a cup of fancy coffee just to have a chat in the sunshine. We will spend a lot of time together next weekend, and I was asked if I was going home to him, and I just didn't feel up to it, as much as I love him. I would have never been this way a few months ago. I would have been pressuring to go over there, or even just show up. I've relaxed so much. A lot of it is therapy. A lot of it is just my own self awareness.
I am moving to another apartment across the street from Sofienberg park in an older building with a seriously cosy feeling. I'll be living with two good friends of mine and I'll have a nice sized room I can decorate however I want to. It will be home. Very much home. I am allowed to have a cat in the apartment, so I'm going to be adopting a Savannah from Camilla for just the price of the neuter. It's a gift, and having that cat in my life will heal something huge inside of me. I am just trying to get through this week without stressing, because by this time next week I could be moved into my new place.
It's a surreal thing to think about considering I've been in such a toxic environment all this time. I'm only starting to be able to relax here after I knew I was getting another place to live that will be so great. I literally can not wait to be living with my new roommates. I hope to hell I don't regret saying this in the future, but they are just good people who seem really chill and easy to live with.
My back has been killing me lately, and I've been seeing a new physical therapist who is amazing and doing trigger point therapy and needlework to ease up the super tense muscles along my spine and hips. It is working very well, but when I work too much I tend to wake up in the morning stiff as a board and in too much pain to breathe. I've only started taking pain pills again today because I would not have survived the workday without them. I've been smoking a lot of weed though. I've been spending a little to much money lately, but I recently found a really good connection in the older sister of a friend of mine who gives me a nice price. It's what works. Sometimes, I admittedly smoke more than I need to smoke in order to relax a little extra, but not too often. Mostly I just do it when I feel the need to. Usually in the morning, in the middle of the day, and at night. I don't think I would have progressed this much psychologically without it.
|Monday, February 10th, 2014|
|Re-reading old entries inspires new ones.
I'm approaching a lot of anniversaries now. It's hard to believe a year has passed already in some ways, but in other ways it almost feels like I've always been living like this.
I read the entry from last year's Inferno Kickoff. I was so new then. I remember Paul took me completely under his wing and introduced me to everyone. That was the night I met Joakim and Dan, and a lot of the people who would turn into very good friends. It seemed surreal at the time, and in my entry about it, I called it a "really good weekend". Reading the description though it just reminds me of "random Saturday" now. Which I am assuming is a very good thing.
I get choked up when I try reading about the abuse. I'm still working on putting it behind me, but I'm doing better. No more panic attacks, ever. Fewer nightmares. I cried for the first time (that wasn't from laughter) last Sunday when I was having mood swings. It happens when it's near the end of my treatment (I am due for one tomorrow). Kenneth has very little experience in dealing with me when I am unwell, so he did what he knew from the past when I had bad migraines, and gave me space. I wasn't sure if that's what I wanted then, but I really appreciated the thought. Not sure if I wanted company then either. After re-logic-izing myself back into my head with the help of a dear friend via chat, Ken kind of pseudo-forced me out of the house to my work's (late) holiday party. I ended up having a really good time, I'm really fond of my colleagues, and I told Kenneth how much I appreciated his little push.
I'm not sure what's happening with my treatments. I'm meeting with the doctor tomorrow to discuss. The surgeons also apparently made an appointment with me but didn't let me know. I don't want surgery now. Not when this works. Yeah I'm weird for a week, but 9 good weeks out of ten is worth it.
I've been a little cranky because I'd been working so much and missing spending weekends with Ken. He's been going out and having fun and I've been up all night working my ass off, and we'd meet on the bus home in totally different moods. We do get our time together, then I un-crank. Living with someone and spending time with someone isn't the same thing. Last night was the same, he was kind of drunk, I was completely exhausted and wanting to sit down, and when we got off the bus, the weather was about one degree, so all the snow was slushy and fluffy, and we had ourselves a snowball fight. It was hilarious. Today we hung out at home, movie, ice cream, soda, and snacks. We really eat incredibly healthfully during the week, I home-make raw protein bars and force-feed lots of veg and lean meat, but we totally cheat on the weekends. It's ok.
I control-gained a little weight to help build muscle. Nothing severe, my clothes all still fit, but going to the gym at least 2 times a week plus my quick home workouts (squats, yoga), I'm starting to feel really good in my body. I'm starting to feel and look strong. I look forward to building more strength, Ken is coaching me.
I still need to post my what happened. It will be cathartic. But it's late, I'm tired and happy, and I have to get a massive needle stuck in my hip in the morning. I should go enjoy sleeping on my tummy for the last time in a week or two.
|Friday, May 10th, 2013|
Today is the first day of the rest of my life.
|Wednesday, January 6th, 2010|
Something is wrong here.
I will just think of being here instead. ( Collapse )
|Sunday, May 31st, 2009|
By the way, that was:
Blood Red Throne, Portishead, Arcturus, Solefald, Tom Waits, Taake, Turisas, Porcupine Tree, Massive Attack, Sahg, Glittertind, Lumsk, Thyrfing, In the Woods..., Ajattara, Asmegin, a photo of what was originally Einstürzende Neubauten, Stolen Babies, Bak de Syv Fjell, and Carpathian Forest.
|Thursday, May 28th, 2009|
|Everyone's doing it...
Open your itunes / winamp player.
Put to shuffle mode.
Find pictures of the first 20 artists. If repeated, skip it.
Have your friends list guess the 20 artists.( Collapse )
|Wednesday, December 10th, 2008|
|Thursday, January 31st, 2008|
|The ridiculous things I hear...
I used to do this when I was in high school... randomly sharing something I overheard in class... and a young lady in one of my courses as inspired me to share words of sheer brilliance again... ready...
Professor: "What are some red-light environmental hazards?"
Brilliant girl: "...uhm... something about recycling?!"
But wait theres more...
Professor: "What were factories during the industrial revolution powered by?"
Girl who was correct: "Water"
Brilliant girl: (enthusiastically) "Solar!!!"
The professor then nearly lost all hope in humanity then. Current Mood: calm
|Saturday, January 26th, 2008|
|Saturday, May 12th, 2007|
I was going to write someting witty and sentimental here, but I not only lost my train of thought entirely... I also changed my mind about the post all together. Live journal is poop. Current Mood: blah
|Saturday, April 14th, 2007|
Last night I had a very vivid dream about dolphins and Dimmu Borgir.
That is all.
|Thursday, March 8th, 2007|
I need a hug. Current Mood: blah
|Tuesday, February 20th, 2007|
So I was at Eric's last night and all of a sudden my throat starts hurting, and then I went home and went to bed, and I woke up and my throat hurt more, and then I started getting a fever and feeling like shit, and he offered to take me to the hospital, and we went and it turns out... I HAVE MONO... wtf? Who gave me mono? But yeah, they hooked me up to a saline drip and we were just chilling out and talking about life, but dude... I have mono... wtf? Current Mood: sick?
|Wednesday, February 7th, 2007|
I got a parking ticket today for "blocking cars"... it's only $15, but still... the UML police should pay me $15 for having to park in their ass backwards riverside lot... wtf... like... 2/3 of the lot sucks to park in because the only way out is to... back out... for a long time and fuck that. I pulled into one of their ass backwards weird angle spots, 4 minutes until class starts, and they ticket me. Fuck you, UML police. I wouldn't have been running late if they fucking told me they were digging a hole on 110/113 and I had to turn all the fuck the way around and drive to New Hampshire to get on 495 because they are lame. Ugh. AND... every night the power has been going out, and it went out last night for a second, and it just went out like... an hour ago... and it's not back... luckily only half my apartments power is out... the kitchen is on, but the bathroom and half the living room are not... so no tv... but luckily my heat is still on. Last night when the power went out it reset the thermostat to I think 50 degrees F... and waking up was not plesant.
On a happier note, I started working out (now I'm kind of addicted), and I broke my romantic dry spell... finally... *sigh*... veldig bra...
Ok I need to make food. Current Mood: drained
|Monday, February 5th, 2007|
|Sunday, February 4th, 2007|
|Saturday, January 27th, 2007|
I've been trying to get rid of the burnt popcorn smell in my apartment all day. Open window, fan, 4 sticks of incense, wtf??? And FYI popcorn people... when you say "Popcorn will finish in about 3 minutes, and I put it in for 2 minutes at 20 seconds, I don't expect to open my microwave to find the inferno. Fucktards. Current Mood: cranky
|Monday, December 25th, 2006|
|holidays of horror
Everyone must go see The Holiday. Seriously. It's probably the cutest movie ever made. I still hate Christmas... because it's the holiday in which all the world shuts down, except Chinese food places. And when everywhere in the world is closed, and I have no choice but to eat it, my body decides that it hates me and the MSG takes hold, and I become lethargic, and pass out, to find myself waking up 5 hours later, completely fucked because I need to wake up really fucking early tomorrow for a belated christmas thinger with the family. On top of that, I had a dream with a past lover in it, who I haven't thought of in a while and now I can't stop thinking and that's quite irriating. Probably all the movie sappiness and gorgeous european guys. On a less depressing note, I love my new camera, and I fixed my earrings. Hooray. Current Mood: cranky
|Tuesday, December 19th, 2006|
I have the flu. Lucky me. Finals week. Hooray. Anyone wanna hook me up with a saline drip? Current Mood: sick