The Hunter had been out of town for almost a week. He was out in the woods freezing his tuckus off. I stayed behind to work both on Maggie & Co and around the house. I got the tree set up (quite lovely if I do say so myself) and went to a bunch of networking BS. When he first left, I got really anxious. Anxious about work, money — my usual triggers. I had a migraine when he left and it stayed with me for two days. Lovely. I was glad he was gone because I was not fit to be around.
Then the headache lifted and I decided it was time to get my shit done. I got the house cleaned up and then listened to Christmas music for about 10 hours straight. I decorated the tree, wrapped some gifts and found my spirits lifting. It was lovely. I feel much better even though today my accountant’s bookkeeper sent me an estimated tax bill that is 3x what I was expecting. I gulped down two glasses of wine and some chocolate to keep myself under control. I’ve asked for more information — I’m sure there has to be a mistake for a number of reasons.
Anyway, enough BS about day-to-day life. The Hunter returned a day after my Son arrived for his winter break. Son and I had a lovely dinner together to get caught up on his life. He is one semester from graduating and we are discussing his next step. I never had to worry much about Taz’s next steps — it was more school, more training and the choices were more about where rather than what. My Son now has to think about both what and where, so it’s a completely different conversation. He has ideas and is on the right track, so I’m not too worried about him.
The Hunter arrived home and it was so good to feel his arms around me. I needed his hug. He was exhausted and crawled into bed a couple of hours later. I joined him a couple of hours afterwards (7:00 pm bedtime is a bit too early for me). He instantly wrapped me in his arms and held me close. It was divine. I needed it. Then he turned me over to fuck me lovingly and thoroughly. We fell asleep with his worn-out dick still in my pussy. It felt so good.
I am at peace. Even with the work stress, I am OK. Nervous — yes, a little, but I know that I’ll be OK. I’m not happy to be in such a shitty financial predicament, but I have no one to blame but myself, so I better put my head down and work hard. I have had these cycles before, but I had a husband who earned more so the pressure wasn’t so intense. Now that I am responsible for all my living expenses, I have to be an Amazon. I feel confident. I am fierce. Look out 2018 — Maggie’s gonna kick some ass.