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I don’t want to be disabled

I have written before about how I struggle when Mr H has to work on a Saturday, how I get anxious to an, in all honestly unhealthy level and if you follow my blog you will know Mr H has been in hospital this week.  He isn’t home yet, but hopefully he is home today.  I have coped emotionally, my anxiety has been normal and healthy, focused on Mr H and stay in hospital and him getting better.  What I don’t like is how much the last 3 days have made me face the truth of my situation.  I am

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I’ve had many awkward moments in my life, and not all of them linked to kink, in fact most of them come from my vanilla life. Kids. There was the time T walked into the bedroom carrying a very large kitchen knife and an apple (he was 3).  Mr H and I were having sex, and he wanted the apple peeled. Mr H calmly peeled the apple and T went back downstairs to watch his movie. Then there was the time when T was about 13 and he told a room full of people that he thought I had planned

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Red is the colour of my beautiful shoes. Red, (and black of course), are the colours of my new anniversary lingerie set, and the set in the featured image. Red is for passion and danger, so it fits that it is used as a safeword by many practitioners of BDSM. Red. My final safeword. The stop word. I think I’ve used it, two or three times. I tend to use yellow, which signals that I am nearing my limit more often than not. This is my way of telling him that I need a moment, and allows him to decide

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She’s so lucky

MrH said to me last night, you never know your luck, we have a lottery ticket. I replied, “I used up all my luck when I met you,” and I meant it. Once upon a time, my life was dull. I was a good girl and I felt like Cinderella, and hoped one day I would be rescued by a handsome prince. I met my first husband, and I thought I was rescued. I wasn’t. Instead I was returned to the basement for further abuse. I realised I had to rescue myself and I did. When I met MrH I

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Why’d y’ have to go and make things so complicated?

I think all relationships have complications. Some may be insurmountable and the relationships end, others less so and the relationship adapts or compromises are made. [embedyt] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5NPBIwQyPWE[/embedyt] I am going to speak in general terms here for a moment and so please bear with me, I know not every young person is the same. I believe when we are young we are less likely to consider compromise as a way to solve a complication in a relationship. I think when we are young we think in terms of black and white, ignoring the shades of grey in between. As we

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