WestBaySlave
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As some of you know, I recently ended my longest relationship I've had ( lasting about two years, half of that living together ) a couple months ago. I've found it's made me very introspective lately. The strangest thing isn't the kind of post-break up depression that often strikes people after a split. I'll admit I had some the first weeks after, but what's really surprised me is how much my life satisfaction and self-confidence has gone up since. Not just since the split, but even over the "good times" of my last relationship; the times I was supposed to be complete; satisfied; fulfilled. Simply put: I'm happier now than I think I've ever been. As I walked around Vandusen Gardens today I realized that now that I really feel complete and content without anyone, and it's an odd feeling. Over the past few years I've experienced the highs of great sex, true love, the sense of life-with-narrative that comes from coupling, and the comfort of having another there for you. And undoubtedly, these are really great things, but with the ecstasies has come the depths, and one too many times in a short period. And perhaps more importantly, I've discovered other things, quiet pleasures of music, books, and nature experienced by oneself; of friends with neither "benefits" nor detriments ( you know, people you talk to because you actually like talking to each other ). In the relationships I've had, they've always been driven by this sense of incompleteness in me. It was though in seeking my dominant, I wanted him to define me, and give me the purpose I found so desperately wanting in my self. And for my most recent and past situations, that's often what they did, in both good senses and bad, and those chapters of my life are their chapters more than mine ( and for the most part, I do not regret that or even blame them - that was what I was seeking ). When they ended, as soon as I got back on my feet, I went back at searching for a man with renewed fierceness. Only, that hasn't happened this time. I feel pretty satisfied just as I am, and I'm enjoying it, and I don't want that to end. I like being comfortable as me, under my own definitions, in my own space. Instead of watching the things he likes, I'm digging out movies I like. Instead of listening to the music I like in hiding while he's away, I'm putting on the stuff I like out loud. Instead of cooking the foods he liked for dinner, I'm eating my own favorites. I'm really liking me just now and I'm not sure if it's a good thing or something negative. It certainly feels good. And this isn't an indictment of my ex - I wanted these things. I wanted to make him happy. I enjoyed pleasing and conforming to his wants and wishes, even when it came at the expense of my own. At the time of my relationship these were highlights rather than discomforts. Yet somehow, I find my life satisfaction better now. I don't think I'm losing my submissive side per se. If I see myself in a relationship, I see myself with a dominant man. The question is, do I want to be? Sex-wise, I'm twenty-four and healthy, but I'm also not someone who is sexually active outside relationships. If I have to choose between bodily friction with someone I'm indifferent to or going without, I'll go without ( I have a good imagination ). I have my tip toes back in the scene again and though I'm looking only for friends, I get messages and have chats with pleasant, compatible men and even a few chats with my ex that make it clear that that road is still open if I wanted to tread it. But, I'm not sure how to square all this with the fact that through that while it's nice to be wanted, my life here is actually rather charmed all on its own. I'm not seeking my other half. I'm whole. Has anyone found themselves at this point in their lives? For subs - did you ever reach a point where you stopped feeling the urge to be under another's power, and felt more comfortable self-defined? For doms - have you ever been at a point where another's submission, no matter how pleasant, would add nothing to your life? I'm not exactly planning the monastic life, yet, something's really different this time, and I'm not sure what it means...
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