Chasing Me Chasing You

An uncollared submissive struggling through depression, motherhood, and the constant craving of her next orgasm.

Fuck! I’m 30

Well, it’s happened. I’m no longer in my twenties. Yesterday I was tweeting with the hashtag #turning30, today I’m just using #old.

Alright, that’s enough whining and old jokes. I know that I’m still young. Maybe just as a history major I’m used to reading about times when you were lucky to live to 35.

I think I am just struggling with where I am verses where I thought I’d be. Growing up in the 90’s, I had this idea that at thirty I would be in an apartment, single and having various romantic antics. I would have either a roommate or a silly neighbor. I’d have excellent fashion sense and a big cuddly dog. After completing my Master’s degree in Scotland I got a high paying job in the ‘city’ and travel a lot. Various degrees of success with relationships and fun sexual adventures.

Isn’t that what everyone thought their life would be like?

Real life laughs at you sometimes. I never thought I would meet my husband in college. Or that I would struggle so much with starting my career. But a couple moves and two kids later, reality isn’t that bad. After we got married, we talked out kids and our life goals. I said that I wanted to try and be done having children by the time I was 30. Women in my mother’s family have had issues varying from cervical cancer to fibroid tumors and everyone has had a hysterectomy by 40. So, I did achieve my goal. Now I can enjoy my kids while I can still keep up with them and then Sir and I can enjoy our ‘golden’ years when they are gone.

Sir told me today how proud I should be of the life we have built together. And I am. We haven’t reached all our goals yet, but we’re getting there. Life has thrown a lot at us, but we’ve rolled with the punches well. Hopefully we’ll get a house sorted in the next ten years and maybe I’ll sort out a real job too.

So as I enter the next decade I’ll try not too focus on the number and look at everything that we have achieved so far. And, as we both start our thirties with kink and our new TPE relationship, I think we’ll both be happier old people.

8 Responses to “Fuck! I’m 30”

  • DtBHC

    Pfft, old at thirty. Plenty more young years ahead. Happy Birthday, trust it’s a good one. DtBHC

    • Rye

      Thanks. Need to get in as good a shape as you are and then I’ll be feeling a lot younger.

  • Midas

    Happy Birthday Rye.

    The number is not that important, how you deal with your life, the challenges, the responsibilities combined with the joy of every day is what counts. From what I read on here. Praise to you (and your Master) 😀 !!

    • Rye

      Thank you. I feel like we’ve done a pretty good job so far. Room for improvement, but I’m sure Sir is up for the challenge. 🙂

  • Dubs

    Just a baby! Happy b’day.

    My unsolicited advice: drop the goals and live. Otherwise, you’ll achieve something called a “goal” and wonder where your life went. Time’s the rarest commodity.

    • Rye

      Very good advice. Thank you.

  • ancilla ksst

    Here is how I thought my life would go. When we got married at 21 and 24 we weren’t ever going to have kids. I thought I’d have a cool and interesting career and we’d be traveling and stuff, lots of money with two careers, no kids.

    That sooooo didn’t happen. But it’s ok, I like this life too.

    • Rye

      You have certainly done well with what you have chosen. It’s all about what we do with what get.

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