I’m leaving Sir’s place tonight after being here for about three weeks.
It wasn’t totally easy. There were wonderful days and there were days when I found myself sitting there wondering what the hell was happening to us. But mostly there were the times I would look over at him and just be so grateful to be here with him.
A lot of the unpleasantness hinged on something he’s mentioned on his blog but I’ve struggled to write about here. Sir got an amazing opportunity and is leaving the country for a long while. I am so proud of him and I want him to do this, but it is obviously going to be very difficult on our relationship. It makes a lot of stuff uncertain. And as someone with anxiety, I can’t do uncertainty. So a lot of this visit has involved the tough conversations we’ve both been putting off.
This is the last day I’ll see him before he goes abroad in about three weeks. I’ll probably be kind of a mess for a little while, so please be patient with me.
But I want to end this post by saying that one thing we always returned to is that there’s something special and important and undeniable between us. That’s what makes this whole thing so hard. But it’s also what makes it so rewarding when it works out.
I know, if we make it through this, we will never take each other’s presence for granted.
So, I already had pretty sensitive nipples. The actual piercing hurts a bit but your adrenaline kicks in pretty fast. The girl who did mine was so lovely and like checked in a lot and talked to me to keep my mind off it and let me take a little break between the first and the second. The honestly hurts more now that I’m not on an adrenaline high, but it’s more just this dull stinging pain.
Thank you. Mine’s from Nastygal, for those curious.
hold up, you mean like… THIS bodysuit from Nastygal??
If it is, we oughta form a club. Also IDK about you but mine drives my Daddy crazy – I love it. It makes me feel like a slutty superhero with magic powers.
So we for sure need to start a slutty justice league because that looks awesome on you, too.
1. I’m not gonna say exactly where it was. If you’ve been there, you’ll know what it is. But 😉 if you haven’t.
2. I wouldn’t say I outright dislike my body. I have a complicated relationship with it. I deal with body dysmorphia so sometimes I look in the mirror and I’m like wow okay I’m fit and healthy and cute and sometimes the silly head/ED stuff kicks in and I’m like gah I’m disgusting. I’m working towards acceptance and love, but it’s hard with legitimate mental problems surrounding my body image.
