Judged by all, loved by two. The cycle of repeating things. Things we want to repeat, like time with the ones we love. Things we pray not to have to repeat. Like loving someone through addiction. Questioning the day you are going to have based on the mood someone else has when they wake up. When they fall, struggle and addiction wins, they are alone and you are angry.

Your Memory is the Ghost I Fear. Now the house smells stale and acrid, like a stain that just never seems to leave. The lights flicker and go out when I walk into a room, leaving me in the dark and scared. Just like you left me. Your memory haunts until I fear my home. Lord only knows what he and Jason say about me to people.

I am on a journey into FemDom submission. I am slave to my Wife who is also my Mistress. Posted by paddledhusband on August 13, 2015.

Drastic Times Call for Dominating Measures. I received an assignment yesterday that pays well.

Originally posted on The Belle Jar. Naturally, with her being five, we still encounter our share of unresolvable disagreements and strong emotions. Hell, I think those are fair things to expect from people of any age. Comments Off on Quiet and White.

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