Here’s another update from the Sarah’s Secret Diary archive.
I had a blazing row with John the other day. I had found a piece of paper with a female’s telephone number on it after I had picked it up from the floor, and confronted him with it. He said it was only a friend, and walked out of the flat in anger. I stood in the hall, visibly upset at the situation.
I then started to cry. I wasn’t in the mood to do anything after that, so I went to my bedroom to get out our photo album, then went to the kitchen to get a bottle of milk from the fridge. I then entered the living room and sat down on the sofa. When I’m either sad or miserable, I tend to drink milk rather than alcohol to heal my woes.
Within half an hour, I drank the whole bottle, while looking solumnly at the album. There were not that many pictures in it anyway, because John was nearly always away from home.
Later, I felt that familar feeling in my bladder, and responded by crossing and squeezing my legs together. I allowed my muscles to stretch a bit and made myself try to hold on.
I then switched on the TV to see if there was anything showing. I switched onto one channel to see that the film Top Gun was on, starring one of my favourite actors, Tom Cruise. I was soon paying more attention to him than what was happening in my bladder. Near the end of the film, I was getting very desperate, and already had one hand inbetween my legs, but I was determined to wait until the end.
When the film finally ended, I got up from the sofa and rushed to the toilet, still with one hand inbetween my legs. I then had difficulty trying to unzip my jeans. I kept tugging at the zip despite being desperate, but it would not budge. I then felt a little pee seep into my knickers, making me got worried and tried to hold on.
It became apparent that I wasn’t going to make it, so I just sat over the toilet, and just let my pee go. I then felt the pee soak my knickers and the seat of my jeans. Ohhhhh….. what a relief to do it as the warm wetness spread below me.
Why on earth do I make myself hold it in most of the time? Maybe it is better to just go tot the toilet when I want to, that way I don’t always have top suffer the inconvienience of having a full bladder.
There was still the unresolved problem… I still found it difficult to unzip my jeans!