Its weird, to wake up and want to text “Good Morning” and know I shouldn’t and can’t. To want to hear his voice and know again, I shouldn’t and can’t. I went to bed drunk from Patron and cheese puffs and awoke hung over and sad.
Before I could wallow I saw all of your kind messages, THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH. I did have a few who emailed me from the email listed on my homepage who wanted to tell me what a smuck my Daddy….Garrick was for breaking my heart. Please understand that while the kind words meant tons please don’t bash my Daddy…Garrick (I really need to get use to not calling him Daddy any more).
He did not break my heart, I broke my heart. As much as we love each other we are not a good fit right now. As much as we love each other, he can’t give me the dominance that I need and that is not his fault or mine but a statement of fact. He didn’t choose this for us, I choose it for me and it sucks arse but it’s the right thing.
I hate the thought of someone else calling him Daddy or Master but I know that by ending this now I will still be able to call him friend and that has to be enough for now.
If anyone is a smuck its me for wanting more than he can give. I am a lot to handle…I am a Babygirl with a little side, who is VERY submissive with a strong Brat streak and slave desires. It takes a strong and special man to take on a beast such as me and I love him for trying.
Agenda for today, choosing a destination to run away to and watch Lakehouse and the Notebook