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Ramblings from Apalapachia...

@thesunflowersqueen / thesunflowersqueen.tumblr.com

Helen Sunflower. 34. Enby/Demisexual/Queer. They/Them. Feminist. British-Canadian. Traveller. English Language Teacher. Artist. Reader. Writer. Dramatist. Whovian. Sci-fi & fantasy lover. Talks too much. Wants more than ordinary. Willing to fight for it. Sometimes NSFW.
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throwtime

I’m about to have a fun afternoon.

So my trainer’s bf cheated on her. She broke up with him. He’s holding her stuff hostage until she agrees to talk with him. Which she refuses.

She trains; for free mind you; three college linebackers, a college wrestler, two martial artists, a body builder, and… wait for it…. a Navy seal. We’re gonna go get her shit for her.

This should make for an interesting story.

So everyone who commented on this being like the avengers, you are absolutely right. That’s what all of us had in our heads as we were rolling over to dude’s house. But I’m very proud to say, this ended without violence.

Arrival:

So the super friends all jumped into one of the linebacker’s explorer and headed over to dude’s house. Ok the squad: you all know me, but the other martial artist is a little wirey hapkido guy, the linebackers are all giants (an estimated combined weight of I’d say 750-800lbs), the wrestler looks like an escaped gorilla, then the navy seal looks like your average guy but something about him is unsettling. Really unsettling. Unfortunately, the body builder had to work. Anyway, we send the Hapkido guy and the wrestler to the door first and dude answers, screams at them, and then slams the door in their face. Then the giant linebackers head over and they ring the door bell again. Lo and behold, he was much more polite, but still denied access. Finally, me and the seal join the fray. I casually make my way towards the front of the group, but the seal decides to CLIMB THE BANISTER. We all just turned and started at him completely shocked when dude answers the door. He looks at this weird mismatched group of relatively threatening individuals and one guy perched on his banister like batman. He was like “FINE. Go take what you’re looking for.”

Retrieval:

So we’re all walking through the house gathering what we think are her things and putting them into two boxes. Mind you. We are completely guessing. We didn’t even tell her we were coming, therefore we had no list of items.The only one really being productive was Hapkido, who was legitimately looking for stuff. The linebackers were just randomly picking up furniture, turning it over, and putting it back down. Just showing off how strong they were. In case the numbers game wasn’t enough, I guess they were letting him know they could break him if they wanted to. The seal was just shadowing dude in his own house. Walking behind him, not saying much, just being creepy. Then there’s me. Who was causing general mischief…. He said to take what I was looking for, that’s what I was looking for. Ahaha and the wrestler made a fricken sandwich. Because “you guys look like you have it under control, and I’m a sucker for egg salad.” We were in and out in 15 minutes.

Delivery:

So the autobots rolled out and headed towards homegirl’s spot. She was conveniently outside when we rolled up. We got out and she was like, how do you all even know each other. The truth is, we don’t. She sent us all an email once and didn’t blind copy us all. She vented to all of us about dude holding onto her stuff and we started emailing and that was that. We told her that we went to see her ex. “OMG what did you say to him?” Nothing. We’re not messenger boys. We’re delivery boys. And we gave her her boxes of stuff. She went through the first box and said that was most of her stuff. Then she got to my box and asked “Wtf is all that shit.” So I explained that I took all the batteries out of his remote controls, his deodorant, the light bulb out of his master closet, every pair of dress socks that I could find, the laces out of his running shoes, and all the toilet paper in the house. The guys just looked at me and kind of nodded like they were impressed. She then unexpectedly started CRYING and thanked us. So you have this group of meat heads all standing awkwardly with this weeping trainer. It was quiet for a second when the seal was like “So…. chipoltle?” And we all got burrito bowls.

What a great day.

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impling

I was thinking about this story for no reason and decided I should grace you all with it again.

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dduane

Always reblog the Epics.

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I saw my ex-partner right up close today.

It was awful. I was literally half a meter away from him. My chest got tight and I had to bolt up the stairs and into the cathedral to avoid however I might react.

Thank god he was facing the other way because looking into his eyes would absolutely fucking destroy me.

Especially now that I know he doesn’t want to see me.

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:(

I hate this. I hate that I can’t go to sleep at night without feeling sad. I hate that when I wake up in the morning I want to see my ex-partner’s face… and then I feel sad. I hate that one photograph ruins a positive day. I hate that I feel this way. I don’t want to be so sad. I mean, my friends used to joke about how happy I am. It used to be a running joke that “nobody’s as happy as Helen!” But nobody makes that joke anymore. (partially because I’ve been out of the bloody country) Because I’m not happy. And everyone can see it. Like, who is this person? This isn’t me! I don’t even know who I am anymore. I just want to wake up and not feel sad. I want to be happy-go-lucky Helen again, I really do. And I try. SO HARD. I do fun things, I try to keep busy and challenge myself and take online courses and send lots of postcards and talk to people a lot on chat and skype, but somehow it’s not enough. I hate this. I just want to be happy again.

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:(

Going through my digital camera to delete photos to make room for more and came across a lovely Christmas photo of my Gran, myself, and my ex-partner.

We’re just sitting there and my hand is on his chest like it’s the most comfortable, natural thing in the world.

Because it was. I used to love doing that.

FML.

It was a good morning.

*sigh*

It’s incredibly sad that something as simple as a photograph can break me so easily.

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