I have been up all night having an epiphany of the unhappy sort.
I spent thirteen months in a relationship in which I was a walking wallet and glorified sex toy. Needless to say it has left me scarred. I left this person years ago and have flitted from one person to the next without staying for very long, not wanting to get attached or be used once again. And that has worked for me, I haven't gotten hurt, and haven't had to explain why I am silent and motionless in bed. A Win-Win situation. But now, I am attached and terrified. I'm not sure if I can give it another chance, but I want to.
On a lighter note, I've reworked the kitten!fic; expect to have it on your f-list pages by tonight...Hopefully