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The big picture.

A few weeks ago, I re-established an account on Collar Me. There were profiles I wanted to view, forums I wanted to chat on, friends I wanted to make. I viewed it a few times, made a profile, then forgot about it until another friend of mine started an account on it yesterday. I mentioned it to Bear, gave him the link, and hard feelings and an argument ensued. I feel horrible for it, not because I started this account to find people to fuck or to cheat on him, but because something I did out of innocence and boredom came back to hurt his feelings and make him re-evaluate his relationship with me.

For some reason, our relationship is based entirely on incidents. Neither one of us is able to or capable of looking at the whole picture - it's always fine for the majority of the time until a single incident pulls the dress up on us. We can't look at this as water off a duck's back, it feels like so much more. He's hurt, I'm terrified. One incident, one misunderstanding, and he feels ready to call it off again while I cry myself to sleep. Why can't we see the bigger picture? Why can't we love each other enough to let little things go?