Unharshing Life Through BDSM
I do this thing where I click the links in the related posts widget at the bottom of each post. I like to be reminded of what we’ve been through, things we’ve said, how we’ve changed.
In 2008, I left.
It wasn’t planned. Shit happened. I got scared. And instead of trying to talk to Master about what was going through my mind, I packed the clothes in our dryer, and bolted.
I could make excuses till I’m blue in the face, and punctuate them with the fact that I didn’t feel like he would hear me. The fact remains that the way I handled the situation went against everything I promised the man who holds my leash. And ultimately, my actions caused more damage to our relationship than the reason I ran from him.
It’s funny how much a week with family can show you. At least, a week with my family, that is. And without going into too much detail, I’ve gotta say, this past week with my family showed me how wonderful I have it. Read more…