So having answered the pressing question, here i am anyhow.
We did have a taste of kink last Monday, which was simply lovely, but it really was a taste, and left me longing for more. i know, greedy slut i am.
And he did use the paddle on me about 4 licks yesterday, before we went out for dinner, and that was cool.
But, ok, so here’s the thing. i’m just going to whisper this here, and then i’m through talking about it ok?
He doesn’t want me anymore. Not like that. He loves me – don’t misunderstand -he does love me, i know he does, and he’s happy with me. But he’s not – he just doesn’t – he isn’t interested in doing the things we used to do.
i don’t know why.
i’m pretty sure i have to have done something wrong, but maybe not, you know, maybe he just isn’t into it anymore. Maybe he just sees me as “Grandma” too much these days. i do’t know.
No, i haven’t specifically asked him that, and i’m not going to, because he’s going to say i’m wrong, i know he will. He’s going to have a lot of reasons why we’re not -you know – any more, and i have no reason not to believe him, except – you know
Actions speak louder.
If there’s anything i’ve learned in the zillion years i’ve been alive, it’s that i need to see what’s happening more than listening to what someone’s saying. No, i don’t think he’d lie to me, i think he believes it, i guess he’d believe it, but he doesn’t want me that way anymore.
Don’t start telling me he does or i’ll turn off the comments.
It makes me sick and scared and i don’t know what to do.