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thinking [resurgence] thursday

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Rising again.

Rising again.

That feels accurate.
For me. For us. For our marriage. For this D/s relationship. Hell, for the entire world these days.

These past years have been fraught with – well, they’ve been fraught. One thing on top of the next concurrent with a third on top of a fourth. There’s been no rest, no lull, no end. Nothing catastrophic but boy, don’t the little things add up quickly to become overwhelm.

But how has all this affected our dynamic?
Can you guess?
Did we go full speed as an amazing coping mechanism to help us through the day? I WISH.
But we sure as fuck did not.
Did we restructure our marriage and life and do away with our D/s completely?
Hell no.
Did we sometimes forget to communicate? Did I go into survival mode and shove my submission down? Did Sir focus on other things and let the leadership slide?
Yes yes and yes.

It makes tears fall out of my eyes to type that. It makes me feel a little broken, a little fraudulent and a lot embarrassed.

We’ve been living full-time D/s for almost 9 years. Now I’m not saying we stroll through Target with me on a leash – we do have jobs and children, but our dynamic is not just a bedroom one. Though our 23 year marriage didn’t start out D/s, when it evolved into that dynamic, everything became one. Our marriage WAS D/s, D/s was our marriage, I was wife & sub, He was husband & Sir. So when I began to feel the separation of everything into little compartments – I panicked and withdrew, then spilled my guts, them panicked & withdrew. Sir would listen and acknowledge but nothing really changed, for a while. A long fucking while. Our dynamic never completely went away but it just wasn’t feeding me (I don’t think it was feeding Him either), a skeleton of what it once was.

And then…

It did. It is.
I feel it in my bones.
We are rising again.
Life isn’t much calmer.
I’m not sure what really changed, or if this is just another ebb and flow of life.
Maybe it has to do with talking, maybe it has to do with me figuring out my exhaustion, maybe it has to do with fucking.
Sometimes, maybe it is mind over matter. Fake it til you ARE it. If life is a series of habits, a habit is just repetition until it becomes second nature.
Whatever the case may be, this is our resurgence.

I’m so thankful to do this life with a person that gives me so much love. I’m also thankful to have a sore bottom this morning.

Happy Thursday!

~ shygirl