One of the things I look for when I stumble upon a new to me blog is the "about" page. I like to know a little about the people I am reading and potentially talking too.
So this is our story in short.
I am a woman in my late 40's and I've been in a wonderfully fulfilling marriage to Musicman for more than 25 years. We have 2 kids, a daughter, age 22, and a son, age 16. They are a challenge, but I love them to pieces.
I come from a background of abuse and horror that continues to color and influence my life. I worked hard to survive and thrive despite what my background might predict for me.
I have spent 30 years moving up the corporate healthcare ladder only to now suffer from burnout bad enough to end that career.
Musicman comes from a strong loving family that he gifted to me. His stability, love and guidance have provided me with many wonderful, loving memories that I will carry with me throughout my life. He is my savior. He is my rock in this turbulent world. He is my everything, my reason for living.
We've lived, we've loved and we've lost. We've learned life's tough lessons and come out stronger for it.
Almost a year ago I approached Musicman with the idea of exploring a D/s relationship. These are the stories generated from our exploration. I also occasionally share memories from the early years. I hope you enjoy our journey.
Update: It's now 2018. I left my little home here 3 years ago. I didn't mean too, I didn't want too. But I let life get in the way.
First our adult daughter moved in for a couple weeks. 4 1/2 years and a grandchild later she finally moved out. While she was living here, in addition to having her daughter she also had the baby daddy and 2 dogs living here. I didn't agree with how things were going, nor did I want them here. They were very disrespectful to me and my home. Musicman over ruled me and allowed them to stay and looked the other way when they treated me badly. I felt betrayed, to say the least.
A year after our daughter moved in, our adult son also moved back in. He only brought cats with him, so that's something I guess. I had in effect become a dorm mother. I was not at all happy, but was trying to hang on to my marriage. Our son has rage issues, often directed at me, usually when Musicman isn't home. Though the last time it happened he was home. I'd like to say that Musicman intervened, that he stood up for me, that he protected me, like he promised me he would all those years ago. He did not. I didn't think it was possible, but I felt even more betrayed.
Our kids are now all out of the house, but that doesn't automatically fix all the damage done over the last few years. I'm now dealing with some very debilitating health issues and trying to figure out if what we once had can be again. I'm honestly not sure.