Operation Rich Peasants

I'm a hoarder. I don't just mean "I collect stuff" or "I couldn't be arsed with the housework this week LOL" but a proper "let's put this freak on a TV show" hoarder. I've been working on this for years. Counselling, CBT, regular sessions where my friends come over and help me sort through my stuff.

As I've improved - and by 'improved' I mean that most days you can see floor space big enough to walk from one room to another, although there's still nowhere to sit or put down a cup of coffee - I've realised that is isn't just me who has a problem. There are two adults and a child in this house and I'm the only one trying to make changes. Somehow, although it's supposed to be just me with a problem, and just me getting therapy, no matter how much I improve the house…

I have intentions 

I admit it 

I plan to surround you with soft piano music

some lavender and then perhaps

a glass of wine

When you move toward relaxed,

stretched out on the couch,

as a cat in a windowsill

I will whisper in your ear: 

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I don't like redheads!
Physically, chemically, sexually, I wanted you. I didn't have words yet to frame those concepts.

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He gave me his…