This week has been an emotional sinkhole. The ground beneath me falling away and a constant drizzle of stress and pain.
My collar is off. My website should just be mom at this point. Or maybe submissive mom. No matter what, I’m still a submissive.
Husband and I are doing okay. Taking the collar off was rough. I held it together, barely. He was really cold about it though, and that hurt. He tried to cuddle after we got the boys to bed, but I just couldn’t. I needed to be left alone. It was my choice to take it off, but that didn’t change how much it hurt for me. I’ve had that collar on since before my youngest son was born. Nearly three years of it’s weight as a physical representation of my submission to him disappeared from my body. I knew it was going to hurt, but I wasn’t prepared for how hard it would hit.
Now, more than 24-hours later things have calmed. I don’t know how positive we both feel, but we’re pretending pretty well. He is trying to be more attentive and I appreciate that. We are both planning to talk more this weekend about where we stand. I love him and I know he loves me. But I’m not sure how we are going to compromise to meet each others’ needs.
I just hope he’s ready to fight for me. Lately it feels like he wants me to tell him to go so he doesn’t have to make the call. He said that he doesn’t think he was a good dominant because he doesn’t get off on extra responsibility. Honestly, I should have seen that. But he seems to be withdrawing from all responsibilities lately. And as much as I have needs that aren’t being met right now, our family needs to be the priority.
Despite all that, I’m trying my best to stay positive. We care about each other; that’s what matters. I may have to alter how I meet my need for submission, but that doesn’t mean that it has to ruin my marriage. I’ll find a way to still be me. To still be that collared mom, even if the collar is in a drawer right now.