As my biggest supporter it’s hard to put into words how you’ve affected my life. I’ve been patient waiting for you to come around. Earning your trust. Proving through my actions and writings I’m as genuine, and honest as I can be. I know I’ve had my “moments” that’s been opportunistic growth pains. It’s a blessing and a curse we live in different Countries during Covid. It’s given me the opportunity to listen to you, learn about your experiences, and reflect on your past to improve your future. We’ve both been through some atrocious experiences that have jaded us. We both have baggage from history.
I honestly can’t imagine what it’s like to be in your shoes. I try. I really do. You’re swamped in work. You’re rasing a teen alone. You live across from Marie Barone (watch that comedy). A lot of the people around you take advantage of your submissiveness. You’re allergic to everything but grass. You’re memory is lacking when your heart is overflowing. You’re a cog in the wheel just trying to survive. Let alone you’re a slut. I think I know the abuse you take from men for being one, but I know I really don’t know. Personally, my blood boils when men disrespect you. I want to put you under my authority and protect you from that garbage. I know it’s hard living the kink you want when it’s frowned upon. I know it’s hard to live the kink when we live in a superficial world. It’s a double edged sword: I’d prefer you don’t know the names of the men using you but I also know with that neither do they. I know it can be exhausting, I do…I really do.