Well, I’ve now been a slave for longer than I was a married woman (technically I was with my ex for ten years but we were only married for three of those years). I announced this startling fact to Master last night and asked him in my cutest, please-don’t-beat-me-for-being-a-smart-ass voice whether he felt privileged at ‘lasting longer’ than my husband and instead of being pinched, slapped around or licked he simply said:
So, for all those people who have the impression that he’s some hard-ass dom who doesn’t give a shit (*whistles innocently at where people could of possibly gotten that idea*..) I’d like to say he’s a very nice guy – quirky, and quite intimidating until you get to know him, but a really loving and caring man.
While I was at home, I trawled through my photo collection intending to bring back as many snaps as I could to show Master. Of the hundreds of photos I have, approximately half of them were taken at my wedding, so I had a ‘nice’ trip down memory lane as I flicked through the pages.
I had one of those ridiculous weddings that at the time I thought was great, but in hindsight I wonder why the hell we did it all. Among the more interesting things was a guy who ran into the assembled guests pretending to be a newspaper guy and who handed out a fake ‘breaking news’ edition of the newspaper that was all about the happy couple and how they met (we’d found a company on the internet that did that sort of stuff) and instead of a champagne tower we had a ‘chemical reaction tower’ that turned blue and glowed in the dark when we poured the reagent (cleverly disguised in a champagne bottle) into it. There was also a church, a boat, a limousine, two buses, two restaurants, an interpreter, an MC, a hair & makeup chick and a photographer who both followed me around all day and the chef who created the official dinner for the Sydney Olympic games involved. We spent an insane amount of money and did everything as originally and to our hearts content as we could. And why did we go to such lengths to celebrate our marriage?
Because we were in love and thought we’d be together forever and ever.
Three years later almost to the day, I had a collar around my neck and was being bull-whipped while my ex was in hospital suffering a breakdown caused by the blonde-haired girl from across the seas breaking his heart and ruining his life.
So yeah. Nothing is for ever.
Master and I have a very realistic view on life. We know nothing lasts forever and that people change. We know that a nineteen year age gap is going to cause problems somewhere along the line and so we’ve come to the conclusion that the only thing you can do is live in the here and now and enjoy what you have while you can.
Because you never know when your chemical reaction tower, instead of turning a brilliant blue, is simply going to go up in smoke.