Rob and Epperly falling into bed and love was the
easy part. Their chemistry grows despite their age
gap, despite their boat anchors of trauma, despite
the album and audition looming. They’re gifted at
tangling their bodies together, wrestling in a sexual
chaos only reserved for each other. They never
imagined it would be his brain chemistry they’d most
often wrestle with.
I Get to Deal With You is an insightful and
unflinching depiction of bipolar disorder from the
perspective of both Rob and Epperly. It is a romance
grounded in reality by nuanced understanding that
only comes with surviving and treating bipolar
disorder and trauma as a couple.
i get to deal with you - 6/30/2023
Summary, summary…So, this is my story. I’m just a guy. I’m
Dean. I’m a dad. I like to golf. I used to be younger, more talented,
more handsome, even stupider, infinitely more interesting. I’ve
been humbled, tamed a bit since Brit left my life a shambled mess…
But, uh, this is the story about how I shed all that.
Meeting Dais’...yeah, she changed everything, helped us right
the Thomas ship. We men were headed for the fuckin’ rocks. I’d
only been fighting that unbudging wheel my whole life, tryin’ to
wrangle and discipline our unruly bunch.
Malcolm, whom I love, runnin’ amok, tempting me to throw him
overboard every damn day, Kurt rollin’ his eyes in the chaos,
actually completing needed tasks, my father chuckling I told you so
from the crow's nest, surely focusing his telescope on a juicy-titted
mermaid, and the ghost of my grandfather gruffly laughing,
polishing off all the good whiskey, shaking his head at my crew and
what his genes had become.
Daisy came aboard and gave me breath, organization,
reassurance, relief, and the orders we all needed to find land.
By the way, this is a metaphor. I don’t live on a pirate ship. I live in
a house in the suburbs. Where did all that pirate stuff come from?
Look, it's really ok to skip this one. I mean, it’s really long, like,
way too long. It’s weird, sorta deranged. I don’t wanna relive that
Thanksgiving. Why would you wanna read it?
Also, if you don’t wanna read intimate detail of me gleefully
fucking my gorgeous Daisy in every which way we thought of while
suckin’ down Cool Blue Gatorade during sex intermissions, then
put this thing down, like, right now.
It’s pretty hot though…well, depending on what you’re into.
Yeah. You should skip this. Nothin’ to see here…
mulligan - 3/13/2024
I can’t feel that physical in-the-moment pain, but I remember it hurt. The pain that persists forever is thought.
Jack wanted to hurt Scott. I was sure about that. But I could tell from all the glazed-eyed, nail-biting stewing that he wasn’t sure how to do it. The conflict of determination and restraint had taken over his face.
Hurting the people that hurt you won't fix it. It won’t ease your pain. If only we could plant thoughts into Scott, these insidious, elusive little torturous demons of memory. The most evil thing you can do to somebody is give them a memory they can never shake, never forget. They hear it, see it, feel it when it isn’t there.
I didn’t know how, but heading back to Mason, I’d bet the whole orchard that this was gonna end in an explosion. A violent, fatal one, fatality count unknown.
altricial - 9/25/2024
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