| A Little Reprieve |
[Apr. 5th, 2007|01:50 pm] |
It's been tense, I can tell you that much. I don't know if its all in my head or not, however. I keep getting the feeling that Rebecca knows something is up. I can't put my finger on it though. Its how she looks at me...how she talks to me. I'm getting really paranoid about it. But you better believe that I'm not going to just go to her face and come clean.
"Well, Rebecca, here's the thing...I wear diapers, act like a baby and I've also been seeing another woman on the side who treats me like a baby."
Yeah, I don't think I could say that. Until she says that she knows, I really should just assume that she doesn't. At the same time, I so have to be more careful. I've canceled my plans with Amanda for tommorow, even though I want to see her so badly. And she has been really begging me to visit her too... I feel bad about it, but I guess I have no choice. I dont want to lose Rebecca.
How wrong is it that I want to live two lives?
Amanda sent me an email a little bit ago...
"Who cares what Rebecca knows or doesn't. You're an adult. Well...at least in your apartment with her you are. Here, you're a little baby. And don't you want that? Please come over. Mommy will take very good care of you."
Its words like that...they make me melt. They exploit my weeknesses. I know I shouldn't go and see her. Not when there is so much potential to be caught. But I fear that I may actually end up seeing her.
I want to be babied so bad. Its an addiction that I can't escape. I'm really unsure of what to do...wait it out and stay home...or go and see her. |
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| Just to Start... |
[Apr. 4th, 2007|02:23 pm] |
It's not something I wish to dwell on too much right now, but I think Rebecca might have started to suspect that I've been wearing diapers in secret. She made a cryptic remark yesterday while we were watching television, something along the lines of "Some babies don't ever grow up like you think they will" while a diaper commercial was on. I could've played stupid and asked what she meant, but foolishly I nodded and said something bland like "Yeah."
I don't know how she could've found out. I've been very careful about it. Though, maybe, not as careful as I thought I had been. My only hope was that if she did find out about my secret wearing, she at least didn't know about my trips to Amanda Detwiler's house...as I think she would kill me if she knew that Amanda had been acting as my "mommy" as of late.
Maybe it'd be best to lay low for a while... |
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