SusanofO
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losttreasure: Wow, I am so with you re: How you described your marriage (except for the kids part, and the who makes the money part) - but really how submissives are people, too, losttreasure. I can so identify with what you are saying that I just can't tell you (and it's not whining, it's admitting we're human). I love men, and am into service without sex (I have plenty of practice at it, too, and enjoy that part) - and I respect a potential (or actual) partner's and desire to want (and get) what they want when they want it. But I just loved that post, losttreasure. I need the bdsm and the sex. I really do. But more even than that - I gotta know someone really cares; someone I can respect and admire (and gosh I am not that hard to please, I can see the good in many people - although when it comes to integrity and ability to demonstrate affection, I can be pretty hard-nosed, I guess; when that time comes). I just so loved your post, I felt a need to comment. I know If I don't feel loved, (or at least deeply cared about) nothing is worth anything to me, in a relationship. I know it doesn't have to be a constant reassuring demonstration of that caring, as I am a trusting person - I can function for weeks on a few hugs or kisses, etc. I know that for a fact. But - I really, really have to know it's there. Or all of my motivation just disappears. It vanishes like smoke. A hug, a sweet glance, a reassuring hand on a shoulder. These little things can make so much difference and it feels like a really hard, unloving slap to me, or a gut-wrenching punch in the stomach, when they are just not there. Re: the part about needing someone to really look up to. I respected my husband's knowledge in his occupational field (he was a regional expert in his field), and he was a smart man, and at first, a halfway decent communicator. But I found out he was a very cold man, and we'd never even discussed Sadism, LOL! That uncaring attitude slowly but surely extinguished the love I felt that had previously been buring almost white hot. It was still there, but buried so deep it had little chance of escaping. Anyway, many have already heard that long, boring story - but - yes, it would have made a world of difference to hear "thank you" and "I love you" and have wonderful sex, (or even mediocre sex) even if just a wee bit more. It matters. It does. It does! And (to whomever it bugs: Yes, I will stop mentioning my dead husband. I know he's dead. It is amazing to realize for me, though, how much his spirit seems to live on, in both bad (and yes, some very good) ways. He did a lot of things right. They were just mostly related to how he handled money and maintained the house, instead of with me (I am slowly finding out, even more, as time goes on). - Susan
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