I woke up on January first this year and declared it would be a better year. I have spent the past four and a half years dealing with horrible shit. Blunt yes, but there is no other way to describe it.
- December 2014 – My daughter admitted to me that she was addicted to heroine and ready to get clean.
- 2015 – the entire year was spent getting her clean. She would do it on her own at first. Didn’t work. She went to out patient therapy and rehab, didn’t work. In August of 2015 I took matters into my own hands and put her in a 28 day inpatient program. It worked. In September we took her to Florida to live in a half way house. In December of 2015 she and I spent Christmas on the beach together. I thought 2016 was going to be a good year. 2015 was spent getting my daughter clean. She was alive and healthy. 2016 would have to be better.
- 2016 – Keeping my daughter clean and healthy from a distance was challenging. While drugs weren’t an issue (as far as I knew) she was struggling for money and to find her way. She had spent her last two years in a fog. Now functioning was a challenge. When you put your kids in halfway houses because the rehab counselors say they can’t come back to your neighborhood, you also put them with all the other people struggling to regain their lives. They are all struggling to do the same things. It is always a vicious cycle. They cheat, steal and lie. Their relationships are rarely healthy. It was a year of struggle for us both.
- 2017 – With everything going on my vanilla relationship of 15 years was suffering. I was not able to focus on anything other than my daughter and my relationship took a back burner. When horrible things happen, some couples join together and work harder. Some make it and Some do not. I lost my relationship, my farm and animals, my dream home, an extended family I loved and essentially everything. My daughter was alive and breathing but still struggling. My life was forever changed and I lost almost everything. But we move on. We rise up. We take the hit and keep strolling along. 2018 would have to be better.
- 2018 – Here we are in September. I’ve managed to rebuild to a point and felt confident waking up on January 1 and saying that this was going to be a better year. This would be the year I would be happy. How cocky that was. I lost my second father in March. My Mom watched him die of a heart attach in front her. This is how my first dad died too. A heart attach in front of her. My daughter was in an abusive relationship and struggling to get out. My Dom decided I wasn’t needed after I made a mistake and he cut me off as friends, lovers, and our D/S relationship. In a text, he left and I haven’t heard from him in a month. My daughter moved home, depressed and broken. With a new girlfriend who is amazing but they are both struggling. So I am juggling being there for my mom and my daughter and her partner, dealing with all my losses. At the end of August my wife sent me a notice of divorce. While this was no surprise it still had hurtful impact. Closure is always necessary but it isn’t always easy. So much loss.
2018 is almost over. Four months left. I feel I need to hold my breath. I don’t know what 2019 will hold for me but rest assured, I will not pronounce it to be a good year. I will move quietly through the New Year and hope that if nothing else, it at least doesn’t get worse. I will never again pronounce a better year. I will never again proclaim to “make things better”. I have made decisions this month to move forward alone. To focus on my writing and possibly make it a second career. To focus on me. It sounds cliche’ but it is after all what everyone says you need to do. Love yourself so others can love you. I’m not there yet. But I can focus on doing things for myself that will hopefully turn out well in the end. My writing has always been important to me so I will focus on this and hopefully find a path that makes sense.
One thing I do know is, there seems to be a strength in the women in our family. I have only outlined the last four years, but going back further there is a longer list of heartbreak and struggles that not only me, but my mom and sister have endured. We struggle we rally. We come out on the other side stronger and ready for the next thing that life will throw at us. That is all we know how to do. We are strong women. Regardless of what is thrown at us and how we come out on the other side, we fight and stay strong. We suffer alone but we support each other. We are grateful for each other. That is all we know how to do. We do it well. As I watch my daughter handle her life I see she has that same strength. She is my hero. Stronger than I will ever be. For everything that has gone wrong in my life, I am grateful that the one good thing I have passed on to her is strength. Just like my mom did for me and my sister.
This is how we survive.
Making decisions have always been difficult for me. I admire those people who know what they want and make the decisions to get those things. I admire the proactive people. The people that have their whole life planned out and know exactly what they need to do to move forward.
I also admire the spontaneous people. Those who aren’t afraid to take chances and fly by the seat of their pants. To impulsively made decisions and how those impulses ultimately work out in their favor.
Me? Reactive. I wait for things to happen I don’t make them happen. In all aspects of my relationship I tend to ride the wave. I hate change so this reactive response to all things make that easy to accept. Jobs, living arrangements, relationships, all aspects of my life I simply wait for things to happen and react to those things as best as I can. The flip side to this is that I am a planner. I like to plan and be organized, but I struggle to act on those plans. Lazy? Yes, a little. Sometimes it can be attributed to being sad and depressed over life happenings. But I do have a lazy streak.
Me? Cautious. I am cautious and careful. At least that is how I have always wanted to justify it. Am I cautious or am I afraid. Do I hate change or am I afraid of change? I plan things cautiously which is good. Having a plan is good but are the plans a way of just being guarded about changes. Am I trying to be prepared to avoid change and surprises and life changes that will flip my life into changes that I don’t want or can not adjust to well.
Sometimes I want to be reckless. I want to take off work and travel or go on a cruise. I want to call out of work to just do things around the house or take my mom to lunch. I don’t because I’m too nervous about money. If I don’t work, I don’t get paid. Cautious is going into work every day like I am scheduled to do. Spontaneous would be calling out and not worrying about the money and doing what I want. Is there a balance to this that will make it OK? Sure. Perhaps that is where the skill is lacking. Balancing between cautiousness and spontaneous.
Impulsive, submissive, planner, organizer, organized, compliant, willing, able(?), independent, strong, strong-willed, accepting, controlling, controlled, jealous, resentful, scared, fearful, hopeful, sad, depressed, lonely, alone.
All these things could describe me. Looking at the list it is terrifying. I see so many contradictions. How do I sort out who I am and where I am going?
- Most this is based on when I want things. I don’t wait for sales. If I want it, I buy it. My addiction to Amazon is real struggle. It is strange to me that I can know in my brain heart and soul that I don’t have the money, or I should save the money for, (oh, I don’t know… maybe taxes, buying a house, paying down the bills… you know, the little things), but if I want it, I get it. To be fair, not just for me but gifts for others too!
- Sex – impulsive in that I see what I want and I go after it, with one person in particular. That is basically how I started in this new realm. I met someone who hinted at where he was and what he was into and once I understood, I went after it. I was starved for the experiences and what he could teach me. It was complicated (isn’t it always). I did everything possible to make myself available to him. Postponed doctors appointments, blew off my family, lied to the person I was with just to spend time with this amazing man who I knew could take me paces I longed to go and some places I had no idea existed.
- Yes. I know this is me. Always has been me. I pick my battles carefully. I only fight when I am determined about things. My mom is the same way. She is quiet and thoughtful. She speaks up but speaks softly. As I am. Mom has learned how to balance it. I have not. I do however have a mean streak and when pushed I will rebel. It is weird to me. I wish I had the control my mom has. It is confusing because I can be a leader. I can take over and make things happen but it is usually only when I see the need and no one else steps up.
- Sexually – Yep! Here too. I never knew that I was and now that I have figured it out I am happy with it. It feels good to have something to call it. It feels good for sex to feel good. Finally. I am still exploring this. When I started this entry things were great and I thought I had a path to go down and I was satisfied with that. Things are different now. I am alone. I don’t want to settle for what others want anymore. I will be involved. I will ask questions. I will clarify those questions and be sure about my answers. I won’t feel pressure to answer based on what I think others want. I will be submissive, but I will be in control of myself. I am sure there is more on this later. I believe that sexuality is an ever-changing, growing, developing thing. I am happy about that. I am happy I am figuring that out. I’m still working on things, but I will get there. I have found an amazing place for support where I can be honest and ask questions and actually talk about my intimate preferences and perspectives. I love having a place and people who do not feel ashamed of their preferences. But embrace them.
Planner, Organizer, Organized –
- Oh my. I make a list to remind myself to make list. I want to know in September what Christmas will look like. Its annoying. Even to me. This doesn’t mean I am not capable of being impulsive or spontaneous. I just like to know what to expect. What to wear, what time to be somewhere, what meals to plan, timing for the day, etc. I find the older I get the worse it gets. I actually know that it started after my daughter told me she was addicted to heroin. Who ever sees that coming? It became more important that I planned and made sure I had control of everything that I could control. Because I knew that I couldn’t control what was happening to my daughter. Not at first anyway. (Full disclosure, she kicked heroine’s ass but it was a rough and hard fight).
- Can you plan sex? Yes. You can plan for the time of day, what to wear, shave, pretty underwear, etc. My submissiveness saves me. I plan and organize and prep in every way and with every part of my life. Finding my submissive side in sex allows me to let everything go. Everything. I don’t have to plan. I don’t have to organize. I don’t have to be in control. I leave all of that up to someone else. it is freeing. It is mind clearing. It saves me.
To be continued…
Being alone and a part time submissive has its challenges for sure. Holidays are the worst. In essence, it is my reality that I am “the other woman”. The difference being the other women know about me and I them. This makes it honest and open, it does not make it easy. Knowing what he is up to is better than not knowing. Knowing he is with others is difficult. The happy medium is when I can be with him even when he is with others. Not being able to touch him is hard. Not being able to serve him is hard. Watching how I address him hard. It is all hard.
I sometimes wish I could be the type of submissive that doesn’t fall in love. That serve to serve and can have other intimate relationships when they are not able to serve. I’ve tried and I can’t. I also can not wrap my brain around the option of multiple Doms. No judgement, I just struggle with it. Maybe because he was my first, in my mind he will be my only. I can’t image the trust I have with him being an option with anyone else.
So holidays suck. This weekend will be more cleaning, yard work, and listening to the song “Girl Crush” by Little Big Town on repeat. Also spending a lot of time writing to pass the time and try to exorcise the demons that make me doubt I am still his Toy. The fear that the demons know the truth, and my heart is fooling me.