After yesterday’s post Sir and I had a lot to say to one another. Sir felt like I was depicting him as an uncaring asshole. He wasn’t mad, he was just worried that that was really what I thought. For the record, Sir has been amazing regarding my insecurities. He has wants and needs, but he will always be my husband first. We are traveling down this road together, and we will continue to do so.
Conversations are important. While I will sometimes finish a talk not feeling great, or possibly more confused, those conversations still teach me things about Sir and myself.
So we’ll keep talking. We’ll keep fantasizing about a day when we are both comfortable with a third. But there is not a deadline on it; in fact, it may never happen.
But Sir said something important after reading my interpretation of several of our conversations:
Playing with others is a desire, not a need. You are a need.
I love him more than anything. He can make any freak out turn into a wonderful moment that brings us together.
Sometimes talking is just a higher level of intimacy.